Creepin' (Live at BMO Harris Bradley Center, Milwaukee, WI / April 14, 2017)

Creepin'
Eric Church
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 hell 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 cocaine 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' Creepin'...
Creepin', Creepin', Creepin'...
Creepin', Creepin', Creepin'...
Ya Creepin'
A Creepin'...
Ya Creepin' Creepin'
Ya Creepin'