Creeker 2

1. Animal 2. Gassed Up 3. Ghost Ranch 4. Nashvegas 5. Alcoholic Shrink 6. Hillbilly Psycho 7. Forever Fame 8. Legend Of The South 9. Dirty Elvis 10. Blue Moon 1. Animal E E A E E E A A Ha ha E E E A A E E E E E E A Papaw was a painter, daddy was the same A E E E A Fought roosters on the weekend to keep the farm from the state A E E E A Them bills got higher, diesel climbed through the roof A E E E E Them numbers on them work trucks got disconnected tooooooo E E A A E E E A E E E Just a poor boy on a farm, foreclosed on my roots A E E E A A Dip stains in my Wranglers and holes in my boots E E E A Clueless to the world, fearful of no man A E E E A Raised a animal of my own, my teeth blood stain red A E E E I'm alive A A E E There's a, there's a animal inside E A A E E E E I'ma from another time A A E E That's why you never see me smile E A There's an animal insiiiide E E E A I'm a nobody, only bones and flesh A E E E A Just a feller with a last name the government made me have A E E E A But these feet have ran trails, these hands have touched the soil A E E E So when I get to where I'm goin' my last name will be worth gold E E E E I'm alive A A E E There's an animal in side E A A E E I'm from, from another time E A A E E E That's why you never see me smile A E E E E E There's an animal inside 2. Gassed Up Dm Bb Am Dm Bb Am Dm Bb Am Dm Bb Yeah, I'm losing my mind and when it's gone (When it's gone) Am Dm Bb I won't even search for it Am Dm Bb Cause it's something I don't want A Dm Bb I stay overheating, starin' at the sun Am Dm Bb Bakin' my brain 'til the delusion's fun Am Dm Bb But man-oh-man, my temperature's high Am Dm Bb A And I keep seein' these visions from the other side Dm Bb Am My creek flows with boilin' water Dm Bb A My trees burn like pothead lighters Dm Bb A My ears smoke with broken gaskets Dm Bb A I leak oil, but still got traction Dm But I Bb A Am Dm Bb A Would never wanna be you Dm But I Bb A Dm Will forever will have my own school N.C. And they know that I stay gassed up Dm Bb A Am My dreams are nightmares, they're chillin' Dm Bb Am I keep havin' fucked-up visions Dm Bb A That I'm fallin' over railings Dm Bb A Of this wooden boat at midnight Dm Bb A Sittin' in black, waitin' for a shark bite Dm Bb Am No voice light enough, the ship is battened up Dm Bb A So I scream to the moon that's clearin' Am Dm Bb A Am But Mother Nature's creations still k**l me Dm Bb Am My creek flows with boilin' water Dm Bb Am My trees burn like pothead lighters Dm Bb Am My ears smoke with broken gaskets Dm Bb Am I leak oil, but still got traction Dm But I Bb Am Dm Bb Am Would never wanna be you Dm But I Bb A Am Dm Will forever will have my own school Bb And they know, they know, they know, know, know N.C. My creek flows with N.C. Boilin' water N.C. My trees burn like N.C. Pothead lighters N.C. My ears smoke with N.C. Broken gaskets N.C. I leak oil, but Bb Still got traction Am Dm But I Bb A Am Dm Bb A Would never wanna be you Am Dm But I Bb A Dm Will forever will have my own school Bb A Am And they know that I stay gassed up 3. Ghost Ranch Am Dm E7 Whooooooahhhh Am Dm Whooooooaahh E Am G Dm E There's smoke on a hill deep in the woods comin' from a run down cabin Am G Dm E The lights come on when the rain pours down and the tin roof's makin' racket Am G Dm E It has a tree stump burned with the lyrics of a song with no writer to be known Am G Dm E But it's only stormin' and past midnight when the Ghost Ranch lights come on Am G And they purge to the sound of a banjo pickin' F E And the pictures hit the floor into little glass pieces Am G And the dogs all bark when there's no one there F E At a silhouetted man with a piercin' stare Am G F And they don't die down 'til the sun comes up E Am G Yeah, they whisper in my ear tellin' me I'm the one F E Am When the Ghost Ranch lights come on G Dm Come on Am Am When the Ghost Ranch lights come on Dm E Come on, come on Am G Sleepy hollow, old Coke bottles Dm E Civil War coins found in my yard Am G Footsteps walk hard on my catwalk Dm E Through these sound waves they steady talk Am G And it sounds like a time from the past I can't explain Dm E Not unless you're from the 60's on Cadillacs and cocaine Am G The realm that got me was a burnin' ring of fire Dm E Now there's a ring around my ranch and I'm forever stuck inside Am G And we purge to the sound of a banjo pickin' F E The pictures hit the floor into little glass pieces Am G The dogs all bark when there's no one there F E I'm the silhouetted man with a piercin' stare Am G F And we won't die down 'til the sun comes up E Am G And I'ma whisper in your ear and tell you you're the one F E Am Watch the Ghost Ranch lights come on Dm Come on Em Am Dm Watch the Ghost Ranch lights come on whooooooa E Whooohhh Am G Dm E Am G Dm E Am G Dm E Am G Dm E A G F E Am G F E A G F E Am G F E Am Am Am A E D 4. Nash Vegas D D F#m F#m G G G G G D D D F#m F#m G G G G D D The city D D Is crazy, G G G G It sleeps with every light on D D The city F#m F#m Is busy G G G Even when every club is closed G D D F#m F#m So I walk these streets, I skip over shadows Gm G G G G D D Draw pictures on fogged up outside cafe windoooooows D F#m F#m G G G G Lookin' for a reason to write a song D D F#m F#m Yooooooo, Nashvegas, G G G G Your neons could write me a book D D F#m F#m Soooooooo, many alleys G G G G With stories that haven't been heard G G D D D D All these people see is who's on that TV G G G G Who moved here from out west with intention of dreams D D F#m F#m But what about, what about, what about, what about, G G Oh, what about G G Oh, D D F#m F#m G G Nashvegas G G Yo, D D Nashvegas D A G G G G D D D F#m F#m G G G G D D F# F#m F#m G G G G D D F#m F#m The man on the corner askin' for change G G G G Has some million dollar songs floating around in his brain D D F#m F#m G G G But no one knows the city is runnin' on greed, runnin' on greed G D D D D F#m They only pick you up when you're not on the ground G G G G Started yourself, created a sound D D D D Wanna slide on in and be your home run F#m G G G G Take credit for you, and soak up your fun D Oh, Nashvegas D D D D D D Woah, ooohhhh ooohhh ooooohhh oohhhh D D Woah, ooh D Nashvegas D D G G Woah, oooohhhhh mmmhmmmmm, G G D Mmmmmmmm, Nashvegas D F#m F#m G G G G D D F# F#m F#m G G G G D D D D F#m Home grown, home town G G G G Home proud with that home sound D D F#m7 F#m Home grown, home town G G G G D Home proud with that I'm from around here sound D F# F# Home grown, home town G G G G Home proud with that home sound D D F#m7 F#m Home grown, home town G G G G D Home proud with that I'm from around here sound 5. Alcoholic Shrink Dm Dm F Dm F Ab G Dm F Dm F Dm F Ab There's a cave in the valley with a spirit inside (A spirit inside) G Dm F Dm F Dm F Ab And when you take a look his way all you see is red eyes (You see is red eyes) G Dm F Dm Dm Ab He never emerges just forever stares (Forever stares) G Dm F Dm F Dm Ab G Into the souls of the passin’ through the prairie down there (The prairie down there) Dm F It's not all picket fences G Bb A It's not all smiles and waves Dm F The preacher preaches on Sunday G A But what happens on Saturdays? Dm F Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot G Bb The television makes you wanna drink A Dm F G Ab G So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh) Dm Dm F Dm F Abm Gm Dm F Dm F Dm F Ab There's a man at the dead-end, tryna k**l me even more G Dm F Dm F Dm Abm He's got my body's toxic love sittin' in the top of his dresser drawer G Dm F Dm I have the mind to take these last dollars to my name F Dm F Abm Run my truck into his house and some more G Dm F Dm And then I'll take that poison and feed it to the river F Dm F Ab G The front man kills the sheep no more Dm F It's not all picket fences G Bb It's not all smiles and waves A Dm F The preacher preaches on Sunday G A But what happens on Saturdays? Dm F Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot G Bb The television makes you wanna drink A Dm F G Ab G So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh) Dm Dm Fm Take me to jail, throw me in a cell Dm Fm Ab G For burnin’ crack dealers' houses all the way down Dm Dm F Take me to jail, throw me in a cell Dm Ab G For burnin’ crack dealers' houses all the way down Dm F It's not all picket fences (No, no) G Gm Bb A It's not all smiles and waves (No, no, no, no, no) Dm F The preacher preaches on Sunday G Am But what happens on Saturdays? (Whoa) Dm F Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot G Bb A The television makes you wanna drink (Ah yeah) Dm F G G Ab G So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh) Dm I said I thank God for N.C. Makin' me N.C. My own alcoholic Dm F Gm Shrink Bb A Dm F Gm G Dm My own alcoholic shriiiiiiiiiiiiink (Uh) 6. Hillbilly Psycho A A B B F# E F# F#m F#m There's a bounty on my head A A They want the whitest boy dead B B F# E But they all know that I got the lead F# F#m F#m I only have one nerve left A A And my face is all distressed B B C#m I’ve been drinkin' whiskey and smokin' hella dope C#m F# F#m E B A I’m a hillbilly psycho B F#m E B A B A hillbilly psycho F# F#m F# Let blood spill in the leaves from whitetails hangin' in trees B A A Let PETA act like some bitches when it comes to naturein' me F# B Just let the critics turn me up, let assumptions play the part F# A A B See if I don't say f**k everybody and disappear in the dark F# F# B Yeah, f**k the fame, f**k businessmen, f**k other artists tryna get it in B A A F**k kissin' ass to get a chance on Billboard 'cause another man F# B I'ma man with two hands, and I bet I'm meaner than you B A A I fuckin’ fought for this position, so I’ll stand with the crew F# F# E I'll fifty shades of grey your ass and squeeze your throat ’til it's blue B A A Hell I might bite off your fuckin' ear and shit your opinion out dude F# F# F# Dog I'm the country’s main man when it comes to grabbin' the mic F# A A F# I could be covered in grease and steal your bitch for the night, Yeah! F# F#m F#m There's a bounty on my head A A They want the whitest boy dead B B F# F#m E But they all know that I got the lead (Got the lead) F# F#m F#m I only have one nerve left (One left) A A And my face is all distressed (Aww yeah) B B C#m I've been drinkin' whiskey and smokin' hella dope C#m F#m E B A I'm a hillbilly psycho B F#m E B A B A hillbilly psycho F# F#m F#m Everybody been beefin' but I been processin' rappers B A A F# Crushin' their bones to their careers, collectin' dust in a package F# F# And I don't want no beef, I got deer jerky for days F# F# I don't have to trash people to get some shine on my name F# F#m F#m I'm Johnny Cash, I slap in rap, pullin' up in that old black F# A A F# Got a couple crazy felons and I know they got my back F# B And I ain't proud to have connections, but the world a sketchy place B F#m A A F#m Round here my hills have eyes, but I betcha can't see the face F# F#m F#m Rap shit, mud covered, like 35's in a field Bm A A Clean cut, outspoken, don't accept any deals F# F# B My resident resemblin' fuckin' Mayberry for real B A A Andy Griffith of spittin', I'm the sheriff around here F# F#m F#m There's a bounty on my head A A They want the whitest boy dead B B F# F#m E But they all know that I got the lead (Got the lead) F# F#m F#m I only have one nerve left (One left) A A And my face is all distressed (Aww yeah) B B C#m I've been drinkin' whiskey and smokin' hella dope C#m F#m E B I'm a hillbilly psycho A B F#m E B A B A A hillbilly psycho F#m F# A A B Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly B F# F# E Psychooooo F#m Hill F#m F# A A B Billllllllly B C#m C#m F# E Psyyyyyyyycho B A Oh, B F# F#m E B A Hillbilly psycho B A B F#m E B Hillbilly psycho 7. Forever Fame D G F G D G D C Gm G I stay to myself a lot Dm C Bm F I stay in my head with these thoughts D C G F And I seek no one to ask G Dm C Gm Cause everyone like me's long gone in the past F G Dm C G I got forever fame, Dm C G A forever name Dm C And I can't escape 'til I'm in the grave G Stuck starin' to the sky F G Forever fame D You don't wanna roll these dice C Gm F D C Gm F D C Bm F They point at me and whisper slow G D C Bm F Swerve in traffic for a damn photo D C Gm F D They try to convince me I know folks I've never seen C Bm F D Bidin' time with their sob stories C G F But they never are sincere D C G Same person would k**l me just to say he did F Dm C G I got forever fame Dm C G A forever name Dm C And I can't escape 'til I'm in the grave G Stuck starin' to the sky F G Forever fame Dm C G F You don't wanna roll these dice Dm C G Forever name F D C And I can't escape 'til I'm in the grave G Stuck starin' to the sky D C G Forever fame D C You don't wanna roll these dice 8. Legend Of The South D C G D D C There's a warm wind a-blowin' G D And a burnin' sun droppin' down D C At the end of time I'll be rockin' G D In a wooden chair like I'm still starin' at a crowd D C 'Cause this road I've traveled has been long and full of heartache G D But the heartache's gone when nobody's around D C When them Hollywood lights all go dim and California looks like a dead town G D You know where I'll be found D Yeah, I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains C With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train G D And my songs will always live down in the country (Country) D Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night C Plays an old lost song through the radio dial G D When the words from the past speak up so loud (Speak up so loud) D C Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice G D The voice from a legend in the south (In the south) D When I'm fifty years old I'll be on my back porch C Smokin' me a fuckin' stogie about the size of a torch G Gettin' pulled to rock music that's vibratin' the place D Til the neighbors call the police on my dirty white ass D Yeah, I figured you thought this was the talkin' blues C Yeah, it's talkin' blues just in my shit-kick boots G I like to say stuff like 'f**k you' and some more D That's why you won't find my album at a Walmart store D Yeah, I'm the white horse that won't let nobody ride C No saddle for my back for the next half ass guy G Nobody yankin' my reins or stoppin' the go D I gallop with hooves courted in forty-niner gold D Yeah, I'm the cheap ugly mutt that's faster, Than the million dollar quarter C Horse and there ain't no catchin' me, it's a no go G I so grown into bein' the old soul so this soul goes D And the time ain't fadin' not none of my fuckin' vocals D I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains C With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train G D And my songs will always live down in the country D Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night C Plays an old lost song through the radio dial G D When the words from the past speak up so loud D C Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice G D The voice from a legend in the south D Well I'm obsessed with trucks and cars way too loud C Dump women if they don't like country sounds G Like Elvis, Johnny Cash, and a little bit of D Waylon Jennings (You know that's true) D I still sip well water right out of the hose C Smoke so much weed that my eyes are closed G I write songs fucked up like I'm kin to old D George Jones (Old George Jones) D Yeah, most the time I'm higher than a kite C And my arms are wings and I'm takin' flight G And don't plan on stoppin' 'til I run outta D Gas or crash (That'd be bad) D Yeah, my tattoos look like absolute shit C And my teeth are crooked as a crackhead's chin G But my knuckles still feel like a boat D Built Ford Tough (For me it's enough) D Yeah, I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains C With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train G D And my songs will always live down in the country D Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night C Plays an old lost song through the radio dial G D When the words from the past speak up so loud D C Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice G D The voice from a legend in the south 9. Dirty Elvis Dm Ab G Dm Ab G Dm Ab Gm Ab G Dm Ab G I am the one you need to watch for Dm Ab G I am the one who fields the dead corn Dm Ab Gm I am a danger to myself Abm G So don't go pokin' me, best go check somebody else Dm Ab G Man hands, smashed a thousand scars deep Dm Ab Gm Baptized, brown water from small creeks Dm Ab G Walk on fire but I'm bathin' in ashes Abm G5 Dm Ab Yeah, I ain't shit, but right now I feel like Dirty Elvis G Dm Ab Dirty Elvis, G Dm Ab Dirty Elvis, Gm Dm G Dirty Elvis, Dm Dirty Elvis Ab G No Casanova, covered in ink stains Dm Ab G Where I'm from you can see it on my skin Dm Ab G I'd crack a smile but that only means trouble Ab G If you're scared of blue lights then don't ask to hear my motor rumble Dm Ab G Man hands, smashed a thousand scars deep Dm Ab G Baptized, brown water from small creeks Dm Ab G Walk on fire but I'm bathin' in ashes Ab G Dm Ab Yeah, I ain't shit, but right now I feel like Dirty Elvis G Dm Ab Dirty Elvis, G Dm Ab Dirty Elvis, G Dm Gm G Dirty Elvis, Dm Dirty Elvis Dm Ab G I'm not what they want me to be (Want me to be) Dm Ab G Not gonna change for no damn TV (TV) Dm Ab Gm You want them baby hands and pretty white smile? Ab G You better fill up your car and get ready for a long ride Dm Ab G Man hands, smashed a thousand scars deep Dm Ab G Baptized, brown water from small creeks Dm Ab G Walk on fire but I'm bathin' in ashes Ab G5 Dm Ab Yeah, I ain't shit, but right now I feel like Dirty Elvis G Dm Ab Dirty Elvis, G Dm Ab Gm Dm Abm Dirty Elvis, G Dirty N.C. Elvis, 10. Blue Moon D5 D5 Dm Dm Dm Dm Dm Blue moon, G F How I wish you could talk Dm Dm I spent many nights ramblin' in your ear, Am A Even though you're a glowin' rock Dm Dm I find peace G F Listenin' to the critters move in the woods Dm Am Dm Dm If every human was a moon, maybe I'd be understood Dm Dm Oh, blue moon G F I wanna pour a tall glass of you Dm Dm To cleanse my soul of the trouble I've been A A And the damage I'm gonna do D D Dm Oh, blue moon G F I wanna be just like you Dm A So I can be lonely in the silence of space Dm D And observe this world of doom Dm Dm D D Oh, blue moon Dm Dm Red sun, G G F You try to drain me of my vibe Dm Dm I sweat my soul in Mother Nature's skin, A A Every second I step outside Dm Dm And I gasp for air when the rays beam down, G F I look to you but you blind me Dm A But when you go down the heat's not found Dm Dm And I know my old friend's behind me Dm Dm Oh, blue moon G F I wanna pour a tall glass of you Dm Dm To cleanse my soul of the trouble I've been A A And the damage I'm gonna do Dm Dm Oh, blue moon G F I wanna be just like you Dm A So I can be lonely in the silence of space Dm Dm And observe this world of doom Dm Oh, blue moon Dm G F Oh, blue moon Dm Dm Oh, blue moon A Oh, blue moon Am Am Oh, Dm Dm Dm Dm Blue moon Dm Dm I gotta lunar love, Gm F An obsession of the stars Dm Dm If comets rain down on my one horse town Am Am I'll be sittin' on the hood of my car Dm Dm Oh, blue moon G F I wanna pour a tall glass of you Dm Dm Cleanse my soul of the trouble I've been Am Am And the damage I'm gonna do Dm Dm Oh, blue moon G F I wanna be just like you Dm Am So I can be lonely in the silence of space Dm Dm And observe this world of doom Dm Oh, blue moon G Oh, blue moon F Dm Oh, blue moon Am Oh, blue moon Dm G Oh, blue moon F Dm A Oh, blue moon Dm Oh, blue moon G D A D D5