Creepin' - Live At The Palace At Auburn Hills, Auburn Hills, MI / February 25, 2017

Creepin′ Eric Church Like a honeybee beating on my screen door, I got a little buzz and my head is sore, And from my bed I can feel the sun, Lord I hear the morning come. Just a Creepin' Creepin′, Creepin', Creepin'. You 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. Just a Creepin′ Creepin′ Just a Creepin' Creepin′ Head for the future, Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in late December. Just a Creepin' Creepin′ Oh, Creepin' Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love, Got under my skin and into my blood, That need you back comes over me, Like ivy crawlin′ up a hickory tree. Just a Creepin' Creepin' Just a Creepin′ Creepin′ Creepin' Head to the future, Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in late December. Just a Creepin′ Creepin' Ah, come on! Break it down, down, down, down... Just last night 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 your memory train. Creepin′, Creepin'... Creepin′, Creepin' Creepin'... Creepin′, Creepin′, Creepin'... Creepin′, Creepin', Creepin′... Ya Creepin' A Creepin′... Ya Creepin' Creepin' Ya Creepin′