We want to send you to Church! Eric Church is going to blow the roof off the Brick Breeden Field House in Bozeman on Saturday, May 23rd. For eight weeks, every single Friday morning at 7:15am we will give you a chance to win your way into his show. Hopefully you don’t mind showing off your karaoke skills. The contest will be like the television show ‘The Singing Bee’ you don’t have to sing it well, you just have to sing the lyrics right.

To make things a little easier, each Thursday I will let you know what sing you need to sing to win the tickets on Friday. In fact I will even give you the lyrics. Now all you need to do is be ready to call in on Friday morning to 543-9500 at 7:15am and be ready to sing!

The song for tomorrow will be Eric Church’s song, Creepin'!

Bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw-owh. Bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw-owh

Like a honey bee beatin' on my screen door,

I got a little buzz and my head is sore.

From my bed I can feel the sun, Lord I hear the mornin' come.

Just a creepin', creepin'. Creepin', creepin'

 

You shot out of hell like a bullet from a gun,

A flip up switch, a thief on the run.

Since the day you left me baby I can feel the lonely,

I can hear the crazy just a creepin', creepin'.

Just a creepin', creepin'

 

Head for the future run from the past,

Hide from the mirror and live in a glass.

What dreams forget the whiskey remembers.

Kinda like molasses in late December just a creepin'

Creepin', oh creep.

 

Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love,

Got under my skin and into my blood.

That need ya back comes over me,

Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree just a creepin'

Creepin', just a creep, creep, creepin'

 

Head for the future run from the past,

Hide from the mirror and live in a glass.

What dreams forget the whiskey remembers.

Kinda like molasses in late December just a creepin'

Creepin', ah come on

 

Break it down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down...

Just last night I saw the light

At the end of that tunnel on the other side.

Thought I found my way outta this pain

Only to find your memory train...

 

Creepin'. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin',

Creepin', creepin'

Creepin' yeah creepin', yeah creep.

Bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw-owh. Bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw-owh