Chords for Tyler Childers - Creeker (Audio)
Tempo:
61.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#m
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [E] [Bm] [E] .
[F#m] [A] [E] .
In a small corner bar he sits there drinking, [A] lost as a ball in a [E] field full of corn.
[A] .
Further away than he [E] ever imagined that he'd [B] ever end [A] up from the [E] place he was born.
Now no more forlorn as a crick you drank whiskey than what [A] you see outside [E] your eyes.
[A] Drinking alone as he [E] looks out the window at all [B] of the [A] strangers on the [E] corner outside.
He'd [A] rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute in [B] this God [E] forsaken town.
When he [A] was a kid Lord he [E] never dreamt it all the ways [F#m] that the [A] city can bring [E] country boys 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 [A] ever wake up and want to keep [E] on living in a place [B] where a [A] friend was such a hard [E] thing to find.
And for everyone you [B] meet there's a whole [E] mess of people trying [A] like hell to pull [E] you on down to the [A] level they're on.
And the trouble [E] they're tending and the [B] mess that they've [A] made and the [E] gutter they've found.
And he'd [A] rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute [B] in this God [E] forsaken town.
When he [A] was a kid Lord he [E] never dreamt it all the ways [F#m] that the [A] city can bring [E] country boys down.
[A] .
[E] .
[Em] [F#m] [A] .
[E] Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature.
Some [A] fellas chase girls and [E] hang on their arms.
Some [A] fellas get by on [E] practically nothing.
Some [B] fellas get [A] pissed in [E] small corner bars.
And [A] they'd rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute in [B] this God forsaken [E] town.
[A] When they were all kids Lord [E] they never dreamt it all [F#m] the ways that [A] the city can bring [E] country boys down.
[A] [F#m] [A] [E] .
[E] [Em] [E] .
[A] [B] .
[F#m] [A] [E] .
In a small corner bar he sits there drinking, [A] lost as a ball in a [E] field full of corn.
[A] .
Further away than he [E] ever imagined that he'd [B] ever end [A] up from the [E] place he was born.
Now no more forlorn as a crick you drank whiskey than what [A] you see outside [E] your eyes.
[A] Drinking alone as he [E] looks out the window at all [B] of the [A] strangers on the [E] corner outside.
He'd [A] rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute in [B] this God [E] forsaken town.
When he [A] was a kid Lord he [E] never dreamt it all the ways [F#m] that the [A] city can bring [E] country boys 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 [A] ever wake up and want to keep [E] on living in a place [B] where a [A] friend was such a hard [E] thing to find.
And for everyone you [B] meet there's a whole [E] mess of people trying [A] like hell to pull [E] you on down to the [A] level they're on.
And the trouble [E] they're tending and the [B] mess that they've [A] made and the [E] gutter they've found.
And he'd [A] rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute [B] in this God [E] forsaken town.
When he [A] was a kid Lord he [E] never dreamt it all the ways [F#m] that the [A] city can bring [E] country boys down.
[A] .
[E] .
[Em] [F#m] [A] .
[E] Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature.
Some [A] fellas chase girls and [E] hang on their arms.
Some [A] fellas get by on [E] practically nothing.
Some [B] fellas get [A] pissed in [E] small corner bars.
And [A] they'd rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute in [B] this God forsaken [E] town.
[A] When they were all kids Lord [E] they never dreamt it all [F#m] the ways that [A] the city can bring [E] country boys down.
[A] [F#m] [A] [E] .
[E] [Em] [E] .
[A] [B] .
Key:
E
A
B
F#m
Em
E
A
B
[A] _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ [E] _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ .
In a small corner bar he sits there drinking, _ [A] lost as a ball in a [E] field full of corn.
_ [A] _ .
Further away than he [E] ever imagined that he'd [B] ever end [A] up from the [E] place he was born.
Now no more forlorn as a crick you drank whiskey than what [A] you see outside [E] your eyes.
_ [A] _ Drinking alone as he [E] looks out the window at all [B] of the [A] strangers on the [E] corner outside.
He'd [A] rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute in [B] this God [E] forsaken town.
When he [A] was a kid Lord he [E] never dreamt it all the ways [F#m] that the [A] city can bring [E] country boys 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 [A] ever wake up and want to keep [E] on living in a place [B] where a [A] friend was such a hard [E] thing to find.
And for everyone you [B] meet there's a whole [E] mess of people trying [A] like hell to pull [E] you on down to the [A] level they're on.
And the trouble [E] they're tending and the [B] mess that they've [A] made and the [E] gutter they've found.
And he'd [A] rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute [B] in this _ God [E] forsaken town.
When he [A] was a kid Lord he [E] never dreamt it all the ways [F#m] that the [A] city can bring [E] country boys down.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ .
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _ .
_ [E] _ _ Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature.
Some [A] fellas chase girls and [E] hang on their arms.
Some [A] fellas get by on [E] practically nothing.
Some [B] fellas get [A] pissed in [E] small corner bars.
And [A] they'd rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute in [B] this God forsaken [E] town.
[A] When they were all kids Lord [E] they never dreamt it all [F#m] the ways that [A] the city can bring [E] country boys down.
_ _ [A] _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ .
In a small corner bar he sits there drinking, _ [A] lost as a ball in a [E] field full of corn.
_ [A] _ .
Further away than he [E] ever imagined that he'd [B] ever end [A] up from the [E] place he was born.
Now no more forlorn as a crick you drank whiskey than what [A] you see outside [E] your eyes.
_ [A] _ Drinking alone as he [E] looks out the window at all [B] of the [A] strangers on the [E] corner outside.
He'd [A] rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute in [B] this God [E] forsaken town.
When he [A] was a kid Lord he [E] never dreamt it all the ways [F#m] that the [A] city can bring [E] country boys 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 [A] ever wake up and want to keep [E] on living in a place [B] where a [A] friend was such a hard [E] thing to find.
And for everyone you [B] meet there's a whole [E] mess of people trying [A] like hell to pull [E] you on down to the [A] level they're on.
And the trouble [E] they're tending and the [B] mess that they've [A] made and the [E] gutter they've found.
And he'd [A] rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute [B] in this _ God [E] forsaken town.
When he [A] was a kid Lord he [E] never dreamt it all the ways [F#m] that the [A] city can bring [E] country boys down.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ .
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _ .
_ [E] _ _ Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature.
Some [A] fellas chase girls and [E] hang on their arms.
Some [A] fellas get by on [E] practically nothing.
Some [B] fellas get [A] pissed in [E] small corner bars.
And [A] they'd rather be dead than [E] alive one more minute in [B] this God forsaken [E] town.
[A] When they were all kids Lord [E] they never dreamt it all [F#m] the ways that [A] the city can bring [E] country boys down.
_ _ [A] _ [F#m] _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ .