Creeker Acordes

[Verse 1]
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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
 
 
[Chorus]
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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
 
 
[Verse 2]
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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
 
 
[Chorus]
                A                        E
He'd rather be dead than alive one more minute
         B7     A    E
In this godforsaken town
              A                           E
When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never have dreamt it
                       F#m              A           E
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
 
 
[Bridge]
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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
 
 
[Chorus]
                      A                        E
And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute
         B7    A     E
In this godforsaken town
                    A                             E
When they were all kids, Lord, they'd never have dreamt it
                       F#m               A          E
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
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