Clinton Collins & The Creekboys: Music

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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.

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

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