Tyler Childers – Creeker (Guitar)

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In a small corner bar, he sits there a-drinkin'

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Lost as a ball in a field full of corn

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Further away than he ever imagined

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That he'd ever end up from the place he was born

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Now no more forlorn as the Creeker drank whiskey

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Than the one that you see outside of your eye

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Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window

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At all of the strangers on the corner outside

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He'd rather be dead than alive one more minute

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In this godforsaken town

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When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never have dreamt it

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All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down

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Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces

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And he knew not the how nor the reason for why

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You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a-livin'

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In a place where a friend is such a hard thing to find

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And for everyone you meet, there's a whole mess of people

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Tryin' like hell to pull you on down

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To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin'

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In the mess that they've made, in the gutter they found

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He'd rather be dead than alive one more minute

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In this godforsaken town

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When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never have dreamt it

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All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down

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Some fellas do pills and things of that nature

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Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm

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Some fellas get by on practically nothin'

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Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar

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And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute

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In this godforsaken town

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When they were all kids, Lord, they'd never have dreamt it

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All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down