Creepin’
Like a honybee beatin on my screen door,
I got a little buzz in my head and its sore,
And from the my bed I can feel the sun,
Lord I hear the mornin come.
Justa creepin'
Creepin', creepin', creepin'.
Shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,
A flip of a switch,
A theif on the run,
And since the day you left me baby,
I can feel the lonely,
I can hear the crazy.
Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Head for the future,
Run from the past,
Hide from the mirror,
And head for the glass,
Dreams forget but whiskey remembers,
Kinda like molasses in late December.
Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Oh, creepin'
Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love,
Run under my skin and into my blood,
That need you back comes over me,
Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree.
Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Justa creepin' creepin'
Creepin'
Head for the future,
Run from the past,
Hide from the mirror,
And head for the glass,
Dreams forget but whiskey remembers,
Kinda like molasses in late December.
Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Ah, come on!
[guitar]
Break it down, down, down, down.....
Just last nite I saw the light,
At the end of that tunnel on the other side,
Thought I found my way outta this pain,
Only too find Ol' Memory Train.
Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'...
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