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 as the Creeker drank whiskey

Than the one that you see outside of your eye

Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window

At all of the strangers on the corner outside

He'd rather be dead

Than alive one more minute

In this godforsaken town

When he was a kid

Lord, he'd never have dreamed 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 is such a hard thing to find

And for everyone you 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

He'd rather be dead

Than alive one more minute

In this godforsaken town

When he was a kid

Lord, he'd never have dreamed it

All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down

Some fellas do pills 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 have dreamed it

All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down