B B7/A G#5 B (D D# E F#) x2
Walk a mile in my tennis shoes. Tina Turner gave me the highway blues.
But I, I don't love nobody but you, honey.
I'm true rat for the things I done. Second cousin to a son of a gun.
I'm gonna wipe out your mama if she puts me on, honey.
`Cause I'm a midnight creeper. Ain't gonna lose no sleep over you.
When there's a nightmare, I'm there tempting you to blow a fuse.
B E B7
Well there's no more sleeping when I'm midnight creeping over you.
G# C#7 F#7 B B7/A G#5 B (D D# E F#) x2
Watch out honey. Watch out honey. Watch the things you do.
Long haired ladies well they look so fine
locked in my cellar full of cheap red wine
But, I don't think those ladies they really mind honey.
I still don't know why you hate me so. Little bit of fun never stopped no show.
Well I, I just want to loosen up my soul honey.