Chords for Creeker
Tempo:
58.9 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
[B] [E]
[F#m] [A] [E] In a small corner bar he sits there drinking [F#] Lost [A] as a ball in a field [E] full of corn
[A] Further away than he ever [E] imagined That [B] he'd ever end up [E] from the place he was born
Now no more forlorn as a crick you drank whiskey
Than what [A] you see outside [E] your eyes
Drinking [A] alone as you look [E] out the window At all of the [A] strangers on the corner outside
[E] He'd rather be [A] dead than alive one [E] more minute [B] In this god forsaken [E] town
When he was [A] a kid he [E] never dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Now they knew not his [B] name and they knew [E] not the faces
And they knew [A] not the how nor the reason [E] for why
You could ever [A] wake up and want to keep on [E] living
In a place where a [A] friend was such a hard thing to find
And for everyone you meet there's a whole [E] mess of people
Trying [A] like hell to pull you [E] on down
To the level [A] they're on and [E] the trouble they're tending
And the mess that they've [A] made and the [E] gutter they've found
And he'd [A] rather be dead than alive [E] one more minute
In [B] this god [E] forsaken town
When he was [A] a kid he [E] never dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
[B] [E]
[Em] [F#m] [A]
[E] Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature
Some [A] fellas chase girls that hang [E] on their arms
Some fellas [A] get by on [E] practically nothing
Some fellas get pissed [A] in a small corner [E] bar
And [A] they'd rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute
[B] In this god [E] forsaken town
They were [A] all kids but they never [E] dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
[F#m] [A] [E]
[F] [N]
[B] [E]
[F#m] [A] [E] In a small corner bar he sits there drinking [F#] Lost [A] as a ball in a field [E] full of corn
[A] Further away than he ever [E] imagined That [B] he'd ever end up [E] from the place he was born
Now no more forlorn as a crick you drank whiskey
Than what [A] you see outside [E] your eyes
Drinking [A] alone as you look [E] out the window At all of the [A] strangers on the corner outside
[E] He'd rather be [A] dead than alive one [E] more minute [B] In this god forsaken [E] town
When he was [A] a kid he [E] never dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Now they knew not his [B] name and they knew [E] not the faces
And they knew [A] not the how nor the reason [E] for why
You could ever [A] wake up and want to keep on [E] living
In a place where a [A] friend was such a hard thing to find
And for everyone you meet there's a whole [E] mess of people
Trying [A] like hell to pull you [E] on down
To the level [A] they're on and [E] the trouble they're tending
And the mess that they've [A] made and the [E] gutter they've found
And he'd [A] rather be dead than alive [E] one more minute
In [B] this god [E] forsaken town
When he was [A] a kid he [E] never dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
[B] [E]
[Em] [F#m] [A]
[E] Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature
Some [A] fellas chase girls that hang [E] on their arms
Some fellas [A] get by on [E] practically nothing
Some fellas get pissed [A] in a small corner [E] bar
And [A] they'd rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute
[B] In this god [E] forsaken town
They were [A] all kids but they never [E] dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
[F#m] [A] [E]
[F] [N]
Key:
E
A
B
F#m
F#
E
A
B
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ In a small corner bar he sits there drinking [F#] Lost [A] as a ball in a field [E] full of corn
_ [A] Further away than he ever [E] imagined That [B] he'd ever end up [E] from the place he was born
Now no more forlorn as a crick you drank whiskey
Than what [A] you see outside [E] your eyes
Drinking [A] alone as you look [E] out the window At all of the [A] strangers on the corner outside
[E] _ He'd rather be [A] dead than alive one [E] more minute _ [B] In this god forsaken [E] town
When he was [A] a kid he [E] never dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Now they knew not his [B] name and they knew [E] not the faces
And they knew [A] not the how nor the reason [E] for why
You could ever [A] wake up and want to keep on [E] living
In a place where a [A] friend was such a hard thing to find
And for everyone you meet there's a whole [E] mess of people
Trying [A] like hell to pull you [E] on down
To the level [A] they're on and [E] the trouble they're tending
And the mess that they've [A] made and the [E] gutter they've found
And he'd [A] rather be dead than alive [E] one more minute
In [B] this god [E] forsaken town
When he was [A] a kid he [E] never dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature
Some [A] fellas chase girls that hang [E] on their arms
Some fellas [A] get by on [E] practically nothing
Some fellas get pissed [A] in a small corner [E] bar
And [A] they'd rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute
_ [B] In this god [E] forsaken town
They were [A] all kids but they never [E] dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ In a small corner bar he sits there drinking [F#] Lost [A] as a ball in a field [E] full of corn
_ [A] Further away than he ever [E] imagined That [B] he'd ever end up [E] from the place he was born
Now no more forlorn as a crick you drank whiskey
Than what [A] you see outside [E] your eyes
Drinking [A] alone as you look [E] out the window At all of the [A] strangers on the corner outside
[E] _ He'd rather be [A] dead than alive one [E] more minute _ [B] In this god forsaken [E] town
When he was [A] a kid he [E] never dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Now they knew not his [B] name and they knew [E] not the faces
And they knew [A] not the how nor the reason [E] for why
You could ever [A] wake up and want to keep on [E] living
In a place where a [A] friend was such a hard thing to find
And for everyone you meet there's a whole [E] mess of people
Trying [A] like hell to pull you [E] on down
To the level [A] they're on and [E] the trouble they're tending
And the mess that they've [A] made and the [E] gutter they've found
And he'd [A] rather be dead than alive [E] one more minute
In [B] this god [E] forsaken town
When he was [A] a kid he [E] never dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature
Some [A] fellas chase girls that hang [E] on their arms
Some fellas [A] get by on [E] practically nothing
Some fellas get pissed [A] in a small corner [E] bar
And [A] they'd rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute
_ [B] In this god [E] forsaken town
They were [A] all kids but they never [E] dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [N] _