Creeker

In a small corner bar, he sits there a-drinkin'
 Lost as a ball in a field full of corn
 Further away than he ever imagined
 That he'd ever end up from the place he was born
 Now no more forlorn has a Creeker drank whiskey
 Than the one that you see out the side of your eye
 Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window
 At all of the strangers on the corner outside
 And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute
 In this Godforsaken town
 When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never a-dreamt it
 All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
 Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces
 And he knew not the how nor the reason for why
 You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a-livin'
 In a place where a friend was such a hard thing to find
 And for e'ryone ya meet there's a whole mess of people
 Tryin' like hell to pull you on down
 To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin'
 In the mess that they've made in the gutter they found
 And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute
 In this Godforsaken town
 When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never a-dreamt it
 All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
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 Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature
 Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm
 Some fellas get by on practically nothin'
 Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar
 And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute
 In this Godforsaken town
 When they were all kids, Lord, they'd never a-dreamt it
 All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down