Creeker by Tyler Childers
Key: EE | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1
    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
Chorus
                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
Verse 2
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
Chorus
                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
Bridge
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
Chorus
                      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