Creeker

E A E In a small corner bar, he sits there a-drinkin' F#m A E Lost as a ball in a field full of corn F#m A E Further away than he ever imagined B A E That he'd ever end up from the place he was born E Now no more forlorn as the Creeker drank whiskey A E Than the one that you see outside of your eye F#m A E Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window B A E At all of the strangers on the corner outside A E He'd rather be dead than alive one more minute B A E In this godforsaken town F#m A E When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never have dreamt it B A E All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down E A E Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces A E And he knew not the how nor the reason for why A E You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a-livin' B A E In a place where a friend is such a hard thing to find E And for everyone you meet, there's a whole mess of people A E Tryin' like hell to pull you on down A E To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin' B A E In the mess that they've made, in the gutter they found A E He'd rather be dead than alive one more minute B A E In this godforsaken town F#m A E When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never have dreamt it B A E All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down E A E Some fellas do pills and things of that nature A E Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm A E Some fellas get by on practically nothin' B A E Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar A E And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute B A E In this godforsaken town F#m A E When they were all kids, Lord, they'd never have dreamt it B A E All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down