Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,
I got a little buzz and my head is 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 thief on the run,
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 live in a glass,
What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,
Kinda like molasses in a 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 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 a late December.Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Ah, come on!Break it down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, downJust 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 too find your memory train.Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'Yeah creepin,
Creepin'Yeah creepin'
Creepin'
Songwriters
ERIC CHURCH, MARV GREENPublished by
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