Chords for 13 Boondox - Trailer Park Creepin' (Krimson Creek)

The teenage boy and his pickup aren't stopping for anything.
In the back of the truck, a stolen lawnmower track.
[F#] _ _ They race down this hill, slow like [B] bees.
[A] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ [A] _ [F#] _ [N] I'm on the run.
I'm gonna run from it all.
[G#] I'd rather be shot dead than locked up with [A] the law.
[F#] I'm running, [F#m] _ _ no place to [F#] hide.
And I'm gonna leave my whole world behind, me, my dog, [B] and my double [A] blind.
[F#] You [F#m] might call me pathetic.
You might say that I've lost my [F#] mind.
[F#m] Sitting here in the driveway, baby, egg-flushing on [B] a 45.
[A] _ [F#] But [F#m] you're being so wrong, and I can't say I understand.
[F#] Now [F#m] I'm about to blow your brains out, bitch, into the arms of [B] another [A] man.
[F#] I caught you creeping, and now you're gonna be sleeping with the worms in the dirt.
Now what the fuck was you thinking?
Do I look like the kind of motherfucker you could cheat on?
You're looking like the kind of fucking whore I could feed on.
But I [F#m] never touch, and never lay a single hand near her.
On your head, I never touch a [F#] single grass.
And while I'm sitting here waiting, knowing what's about to happen,
they won't give me [B] fucks, because [A] the missile [F#] didn't slap.
And now I'm on the run.
I'm [G] gonna run from it all.
I'd rather be shot dead than locked [B] up with the [A] law.
[F#] I'm running.
[F#m] _ _ No place to hide.
[F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ I'll get [B] my double [A] wide.
[F#] Sitting [F#m] here in a bedroom with your body laid on the ground.
[F#] Two [F#m] dead motherfuckers looking silly with their blood [B]-trayed all around.
[A] _ [F#] Left [F#m] in here for years.
Where the fuck am I gonna [F#] go?
Burn the whole fucking trailer to the dirt, and it's all for [B] Mexico.
[A] _ [F#] Adios, motherfucker.
See you later.
When I kicked in the door of a double wide trailer,
and I saw your fucking feet instead of bouncing like hydraulics in the next door,
and [B] they had you [A] folded like a [F#] wallet.
And I gotta really say, I was kind of impressed.
The way the heels of your feet was driven into your chest.
And I hate to interrupt while he's giving it to you.
The last [B] thing you ever seen was the space in my room.
And now I'm on the run.
[F#] I'm gonna run from it all.
I'd rather be shot dead than locked up with the [A] law.
[F#] I'm running.
[F#m] _ _ No place to hide.
[F#] And I gotta [F#m] leave my whole world.
Dog, have [B] my double [A] wide.
[F#] They ain't [F#m] ever gonna catch me.
I won't ever do it a million [F#] times.
I'll be [F#m] on the beach on the run.
I'm ready to get blue back and [B] sip my [A] wine.
[F#] And while you're [F#m] staying out burning,
smoking crispies out the KFC.
[F#] _ [F#m] Do a little soul searching, motherfucker,
cause you never should have [B] fucked [A] me.
[F#] I'm on the run.
I'm gonna run from it all.
I'd rather be shot dead than locked up [B] with the [A] law.
[F#] I'm running.
[F#m] _ _ No place to hide.
[F#] And I gotta [F#m] leave my whole world.
Dog, have [B] my double [A] wide.
[F#] And I [F#m] can't take nothing. _
Nothing at all.
Gotta leave my buckets, my toaster, [B] and my [F#] song.
Had to post her a song code.
Still [N] up on the wall.
_ Had to leave town in a hurry.
Tell the police