Bom, bom, bom, bom-om
Bom, bom, bom, bom-om

Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door
I got a little buzz and my head is sore
And from my bed I can feel the sun
Lord, 'round here the mornin' comes

Justa 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

Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Justa creepin'
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

Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Oh, creep

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

Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Justa creep, creep
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

Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Ah, come on!

Break it down, down, down, down, down, down, 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 too find your memory train

Creep, creepin', creep, creep

Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'

Creepin
Yeah, creepin'

Creepin'
Yeah, creepin', creepin
Yeah, creep

Bom, bom, bom, bom-om
Bom, bom, bom, bom-om

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Writer(s): Eric Church, Marv Green