Creepin

Creepin (Tribute to Eric Church) - American Country Hits

Bowm bowm bowm bow-dum

Bowm bowm bowm bow-dum

Like a honeybee beating on my screen door

I got a little buzz and my head is sore

And from my bed I can feel the sun

Lord I hear the morning come

Just a creepin'

Creepin' creepin' creepin'

You shot outta here like a bullet from a gun

A flip of a switch

A thief on the run

And since the day you left me baby

I can feel the lonely

I can hear the crazy

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Head for the future

Run from the past

Hide from the mirror

And live in a glass

What dreams forget the whiskey remembers

Kinda like molasses in late December

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Oh creepin'

Your coc*ine kiss and caffeine love

Got under my skin and into my blood

That need you back comes over me

Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Just a creepin' creepin'

Creepin'

Head to the future

Run from the past

Hide from the mirror

And live in a glass

What dreams forget the whiskey remembers

Kinda like molasses in late December

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Ah come on

Break it down down down down

Just last night I saw the light

At the end of that tunnel on the other side

Thought I found my way outta this pain

Only to find your memory train

Creepin' creepin' creepin' creepin'