Bom, bom, bom, bom-ohBom, bom, bom, bom-ohLike a honey bee beeping on my screen doorI got a little buzz and my head is soreFrom my bed, I can feel the sunLow around here the morning comesJust a creepin', get up!Just a creepin'You shot out of here like a bullet from a gunFlipped the switch, deep on the runSince the day you left me, babyI get lonely, I get crazyJust a creepin', creepin'Just a creepin', creepin' (creepin')Head for the future, run from the pastHide from the bitter left in the glassOne drink forget, but whiskey rememberKinda like my last sadly DecemberJust a creepin'Your cocaine kiss and caffeine loveGot under my skin and in my bloodThat need you back comes over meLike ivy crawling up a hickory treeJust a creepin', a creepin'Just a creepin', a creepin'Head for the future, run from the pastHide from the bitter left in the glassOne drink forget, but whiskey rememberKinda like my last sadly DecemberJust a creepin', creepin'Oh, creep on in, baby!Break it down, down, down, down, down, down, down, downYeah, this last night, I saw the lightIn that tunnel on the other sideThought I found my way out of this painOnly to find the old memory trainCreepin', yeah, creepin' (creepin')Creepin', creep, creep, creepin'Bom, bom, bom, bom-ohBom, bom, bom, bom-ohMy fav-, my favorite times as a music fan was knowing that I was seeing something liveAnd I knew I would never, ever be in that moment ever againAnd that is, uh, that's the power of music, and that is the genesis of where this show came from
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Eric Church (Granite Falls, 3 de mayo de 1977) es un cantautor y guitarrista estadounidense de country.
Ha sido nominado a 10 premios Grammy.
Su álbum Chief, fue considerado como uno de los 500 mejores discos de todos los tiempos, por la revista…
