Creeker (Reimagined)

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 And he'd rather be dead Than alive one more minute In this godforsaken town When he was a kid Lord, he'd never have 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 living 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 And he'd rather be dead Than alive one more minute In this godforsaken town When he was a kid Lord, he'd never have dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm Some fellas get by on practically nothing 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 dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down