Creepin' Tom
Album: Imaginary Friends
By: Fu Dog
By: Fu Dog
Duration
4:17
Genres
Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly
Description
This song was written about a meeting of friends in the mountains. They drank and sang songs with the mountain critters and the night was fine. Or was it about an alien?
Lyrics
Grab your bag and then you pack it full of sin No time to drink it in 'cause we're on the run to see the one Arrive an hour late, of the interstate there's a little place with a little man creepin' away He said, "I'm six-foot-one, I sleep with a gun, I'm not your favortie son! Don't get me wrong, I'll turn you on, I'm Creepin' Tom!" I walked inside to see a bearskin hide with a stain on his side across the living floor. He shut the door. Now, I can't describe that looney look in his eye sweat ran down my spine as he offered me a glass of wine He said, "I'm six-foot-one, I sleep with a gun, I'm not your favortie son! Don't get me wrong, I'll turn you on, I'm Creepin' Tom!" I rubbed my eyes, and to my surprise, the house was gone and I was on the lawn with nothing on. Throught the trees, he walked on over to me. I said, "Tell me please, what have you done to me?" He said, "I'm Tom. I'm Creepin' Tom." He said, "I'm six-foot-one, I sleep with a gun, I'm not your favortie son! Don't get me wrong, I'll turn you on, I'm Creepin' Tom!"
