Eric Church Follow

Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door
I got a little buzz in my head and it's sore
And from the my bed I can feel the sun
Lord, I hear the mornin' come

Justa creepin'
Creepin',creepin',creepin'

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'

Head for the future, run from the past
Hide from the mirror and head for the glass
Dreams forget but whiskey remembers
Kinda like molasses in late December

Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Oh,creepin'

Run 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 creepin' creepin'
Creepin'

Head for the future, run from the past
Hide from the mirror and head for the glass
Dreams forget but whiskey remembers
Kinda like molasses in late December

Justa creepin'
Creepin'
Ah, come on

Break it down, down, down, down

Just last nite I saw the light
At the end of that tunnel on the other side
Thought I found my way outta this pain
Only to find Ol' Memory Train

Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'