Clinton Collins ©2006 Hollowcreek Songs ASCAP
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Story

This song I wrote after seeing a picture of my Mom & Dad, during a tragic time in their life, being baptize. It's the same river that I learned to swim and where their faith was acknowledged.

Lyrics

I crossed the ancient river To get to the other side Sand filled my pockets Teardrops filled my eyes It's not what you wash in That cleanses your soul But the things that you believe That will not let you go Hallelu hallelujah We must all cross the river Hallelu As a boy I would swim here And float around the bend But now I'm going under I recognized my sin I'm drenched in the spirit I'm filled up to the brim My joy is overflowing Like these river banks have been chorus Tell my grandson What grandpa believes That Jesus is the Savior Who sets the captives free And tell that old river That flows endlessly To carry all my heartaches To the bottom of the sea Chorus 2/15/05
Clinton Collins ©2006 Hollowcreek Music ASCAP
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Story

As kids in the fall, we harvested black walnuts and had the task of peeling the hull off. It leaves an indelible black ink stain on your hands for a few weeks. Sometimes in life we become typecast because of our location, accent, color, or education. It leaves a mark on us that some can't seem to release and go on through life and believe that "boundaries were create by men".

Lyrics

I come from the county That the others have mocked They say we're all no good At least that's what they talk They never knew my father His blood flows through my veins But words can darken a young heart With skies like black walnut stain Caught a greyhound to the flatlands Two silver dollars was all I own Traveled far away settled in this place Made a vow I'd never go home But at night I walked along those dirtroads My tears taste like mountain rain My world became so empty and cold With skies like black walnut stain He said "Son don't judge another It's better to be a friend And don't believe in boundaries They're only created by men " I come from a county Where the bones of your fathers lay I left it long ago my children I thought there was no other way Now I am an old man I no longer remember my shame I'm proud to be from the county That once cause me so much pain I'm proud to be from the county With skies like black walnut stain 12/15/05
Clinton Collins ©2006 Hollowcreek Music ASCAP
2006-06-05

Story

As children we all lived beside small streams in the hollows and as we grew older we nicknamed ourselves the Creek Boys. That always stayed with me. The Creek Boy is a restless spirit, longing for something different than what his parents had settled for.

Lyrics

Grandma's at the back porch Tossing out scraps Baby's in the backroom Taking a nap My sister's going to get it Before the day is through I wish they leave me alone I've got the Creek Boy Blues July sun Burning up the pole beans Flat & Scruggs Playing on the TV Hear the banjo playing Taste the bitter home brew I just can't shake it I've got the Creek Boy Blues Between this little small town And the great big sky Live the lost and found Under a watchful eye Where you're born You don't get to choose You just carry that weight Like the Creek Boy Blues There's a sweet choir singing Lifting holy hands It's a song about redemption In a promise land I'm kicking at stones In my new church shoes I've got the Creek Boy Blues 7/15/05 ©ASCAP Hollowcreek Songs 2006
Clinton Collins ©2006 Hollowcreek Songs ASCAP
0000-00-00

Story

As a child my Mom would sing to us at night and I thought she was this prolific writer. It turns out they were Carter Family tunes. This song talks about the weight of life and hopefully how we want to live it.

Lyrics

Mama sung Mother Maybelle songs The winter nights when we were alone She said she’d learn them as a child Through troubled times they made her smile My daddy was a hard-working man Harder yet to understand He never said he loved us but we knew he did You do your best when you’ve got seven kids chorus How I love Amazing Grace Tears of joy upon my face I was lost but now I'm found Dark was the night cold was the ground Rev. Davis won't you play some blues For broken hearts like me and you I don't know the reason why Sometimes I just want to cry One of my best friends he left to soon A lonely night under an autumn moon We found him in his truck on the side of the road No message just a heavy load And there’s been others that’s came and gone To them I dedicate this song I hope I’ll see them in paradise Together forever around the throne of Christ chorus When they lay this body to rest I hope they say I did my best That I was a real good friend Went the distance when we couldn't see the end To all the angels I’ve entertained I wish I knew every one of your names I want to thank you for stopping by Sweet chariot won’t you give them a ride chorus 12/7/00
Clinton Collins ©2006 Hollowcreek Music ASCAP
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Story

It's good to have humor in a marriage along with trust. My wife has great confidence that I'm good at tasks around home. After watching a segment on TV of someone building a nice shiny symmetrical table, she said I could do the same. I said "I've never watched a football game and expect you to go out back and kick field goals". This is a live track with all the noise and laughter of the room.

Lyrics

Don't you touch that channel She said I'm watching my show They're planting wild flowers The kind that we need to grow And later on tonight There's a segment on hardwood floors Country style kitchens They're making a table out of a door I said what about the game The Lions and the Vikes I've already invited Bill, Chuck, and Mike She said I'm sorry mister it's not going to happen tonight We're watching home and garden I've got satellite TV There's cable in all my rooms The only things I get to watch Are the things she says I need to do I'm learning all about pottery Wallpaper reseeding my lawn Last week we took an old refridgerator and turned it into a goldfish pond I said what about CSI ESPN I was hoping to have the tube sometime after ten She said the tivo's programed where have you been We're watching home and garden There was a couple who took a Carribien cruise While they were gone Their house was replaced/removed The neighbors were in on it The mother in-law When the husband came home He developed lock jaw I'm scared to go to work What can happen in eight hours I'm having nightmares Doc Bob Villa is in my shower But it's not all been to bad Look how well I can weave a basket If you don't mind me saying This room could use a little less foam and plastic Then the wife comes in She says how have you been I've got a great idea how to remodel our den We'll turn it into a sports bar You can invite all your friends And right in the middle of the room Is a Great Big Screen Plasma TV We're watching home and garden
Clinton Collins ©ASCAP Hollowcreek Songs 2006
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Story

This one's personal. I have someone close to me who's been wrestling with an addiction. It's hard for him to accept forgiveness and all his mistakes.

Lyrics

I fought my demons they stood their ground I felt the fury coming down If not for mercy within the flame That saved this mortal just as I am I leave the light on sometimes at night When darkness captures my sight I know that God must be a friend To have ever love me just as I am I know that someday I'll be with you When all these shadows shall be removed You're changing me that is your plan Since I'm accepted just as I am And I know that someday I'll be with you When all these shadows shall be removed You're changing me that is your plan Since I'm accepted just as I am It's not by works that I've endured But by your grace I am cured And there is a laughter from deep within Since I came to you just as I am There is a laughter from deep within Since I'm accepted just as I am
Clinton Collins ©2006 Hollowcreek Songs ASCAP
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Story

My childhood was great. There are no regrets to being born in that small rural area of the Appalachians. My dad, a coalminer, my mother, and six siblings, at times seem to be a dream of another life and day. As I'm growing older, I realize just how special it really was.

Lyrics

A muddy river's winding through the mountain cracks Coal trains have dusted the river banks black It's hard to make a dollar last a day But in the eyes of a child it can go a long way And I remember the creek boy blues Hot summer days there was nothing to do We were skinny dipping in a swirl hole pond Skip school on Fridays we were scare to go home And all these memories hold me so close Rock me mother you're the one that I love most Down through these valleys oh sun please stay And shine your light upon the Appalachian way You can smell wild flowers all the day long Baptisms on Sunday the old graveyard songs The King James bible the words in red My daddy said that he believed every word it said And all these memories hold me so close Like the Father the Son and Holy Ghost Down through these valleys oh sun please stay And shine your light upon The Appalachian way Blackberry vine well it's a copperhead den But they're sweet and ripe like a young girlfriend And I love this music it fills the mountain sky It'll always be in my heart until the day I die And all these memories hold me so close The Carter Family and Bill Monroe Down through these valleys oh sun please stay And shine your light upon The Appalachian way And all these memories hold me so close Rock me mother you're the one that I love most Down through these valleys oh son please stay And shine your light upon the Appalachian way Lord shine your light The Appalachian way
Clinton Collins ©Hollowcreek Music ASCAP
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Story

Driving to our hometown one Christmas, I felt very uneasy seeing the old surroundings. Things were smaller and more closed in and there were a lot of changes but, I still sensed the past and that some familiar face was just around the corner. These chimes are on my back deck and at night I sometimes hear them when the wind blows. I thought they would add to the eerie mood that the songs brings.

Lyrics

There are ghost in my hometown Every time I go there I can feel their eyes upon me Their cold piercing stare And my memories run deep Like these valleys and streams That follow my footsteps Upon the shores of my dreams And I awaken in the night To catch a glimpse of my past The wild seeds I planted I thought would never last Oh I buried them so quickly Within the furrows of the ground Unexpectedly shows up With the ghost in my hometown There are ghost in my hometown A dark sky is hanging low I can hear the faint whispers From the voices of long ago And they dwell in dead buildings In the rows of homeless homes Waiting there together In their silent catacombs But It's still a part of me Although I've tried to break away It's like my fingerprints In every word I say And I'm never far enough They always come around To serve me my notice The ghost in my hometown And there are ghost in my hometown That will not be ignored I sometimes their presence A stranger at my door And they call out my name As if I want to hear Waiting in the shadows Waiting to appear As I gaze through this window A slight reflection I see The cars go rolling by But they never notice me I'm filled with emotion As my heart begins to pound For I finally realize I'm a ghost in my hometown 8/22/04
Clinton Collins ©2006 Hollowcreek Music ASCAP
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Story

I have trouble sleeping at times. After one of those nights, I woke up between 4 & 5 am and decided to write something about it. The older I get, the less sleep I seem to get also.

Lyrics

I was twisting and turning like a screw through a thread Still small voice somewhere in my hollow head Called my name like an old familiar friend Could be the howling wind Woke me up in the middle of the night Shook my baby said something ain't right Lay down honey you're to uptight It's just the howling wind Cold winter rain has turned to snow outside Sleep has targeted these bloodshot eyes Sounds like someone knocking wanting inside Could be the howling wind Woke me up in the middle of the night Shook my baby said something ain't right Lay down honey you're to uptight It's just the howling wind Could be an angel just beyond my door The devil came back to settle a score Could be the master's voice I hear once more Could be the howling wind Woke me up in the middle of the night Shook my baby said something ain't right Lay down honey you're to uptight It's just the howling wind
Clinton Collins
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Clinton Collins ©ASCAP Hollowcreek Songs 2006

Story

A simple song about faith. I wanted to write an old sounding gospel song with a familiar theme. Taking our eyes off of ourselves and unto Him.

Lyrics

Keep Your Eyes Upon Jesus There's a light That shines in darkness And it shines So bright and warm Keep your eyes upon Jesus And he'll hold you in his arms There's an anchor In stormy waters That will keep you from drifting far Keep your eyes upon Jesus And he'll lead you safely home I've been caught up within it's current Tossed and pulled by my own fears Now I know there are no reasons For me to wander from here There's a love That will last forever When all else Has come and gone Better keep your eyes upon Jesus And in your heart carry a song One you can sing with all the angels And those who lay down their own lives And on that day that final hour Your thirst will be satisfied 3/31/05
Clinton Collins ©2006 Hollowcreek Music ASCAP
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Story

I love gospel country blues. I wanted something to close the album out that reminded us of the old Holiness churches that once were scattered throughout the Appalachians. Randy and I put our tracks down live and then we put the backup vocals down with Dale. A simple song but hopefully, one that reminds us that there's more than what we can see with our eyes.

Lyrics

There's another There's another There's another world I know There's another There's another There's another world I know I can't see it But I feel it There's another world I know In the midnight Endless twilight There's another world I know There's another There's another There's another world I know Move me closer Lift me higher There's another world I know Beyond these gravestones Beyond these dead bones There's another world I know Chorus 3/2/06

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