Threads Tali Ettlinger & Mitch Collins V1: I can still hear the porch boards creaking under Grandma’s rocking chair Where she’d mend the knees on my old blue jeans when they’d wear out and tear. Speaking softly as she sewed, she’d say our lives are like these clothes The patches and stitches we bear, mark the pain we have known. Chorus: (She'd talked ‘bout) Threads, mending us when we’re in shreds, Healing us as we move ahead, The strength is in our threads. V2: When life feels in pieces I search for strands to make me whole A bible verse, a friend’s kind words, a mountain view to soothe my soul. But Grandma taught me how to find the finest fibers deep inside Cords of courage, faith and will to guide me through my darkest times. Chorus: Threads, mending us when we’re in shreds, Healing us as we move ahead, The strength is in our threads Bridge: Now I’m sitting in her rocking chair holding on… ...to a patchwork quilt that she made as my fingers move along those.. Repeat Chorus
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Till Crazy Loves You Friday night at Wheelies, working on feeling, good When she walks through the door Mesmerizing blue eyes, blonde hair, sweet thighs, Smoking hot like a forty-four Tapped the guy next to me, said, yeah, she’s a beauty Can tell you’re looking to score But before you go there, man you better beware Of what she has in store Been there, done that, bought the shirt and ball cap, you’re just wasting your time You’ll lose sleep walking the floor; even feel like you’re losing your mind You’re better off sitting right here and having a shot of Jack Cuz crazy might look good till crazy loves you back That girl’s gonna tell you, how much she’d like to Have a key to your place Then (she’ll) leave a copy of bride magazine on the table while you’re away Then start talking ‘bout our joint bank account How she wants to change her name (And how she want a credit card, also a brand new car) (Then start asking bout a new car and credit cards) Then start asking you to get her a credit card Your life’s never gonna be the same The cover of the book looks good, but the pages are better left unread You don’t judge a book by the cover, she ain’t easy to read That book doesn’t have any pages if you know what I mean Collins, Wade, Kornblum, Foster
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Tag You’re It Boy, so you know, I like to play I am the kind of girl who loves the chase I’ve been looking out, for someone fun Ready, set, go, get your game on, let’s run I’m supersonic, gonna get you, yeah I’m comin’ Just like a rocket, closing in Anticipating the moves you’re makin’, I ain’t gonna miss Your lips, with my kiss, just like this, tag, you’re it, oh tag, you’re it Girl, so you know, I hit the brakes Cuz’ getting caught by you has made my day Now it’s my turn and I play for keeps On your mark, let’s start, on the count of three, 1, 2, 3.. Hide and seek, I found you, Simon says,make your move, Duck, duck, duck...you’re the one I choose, Yeah, you’re the one I choose ©2017 Nancy Blandford & Mitch Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423-504-4879
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Skin Your Skin feels that.. Wise guy, fist fight, sucker punch, black eye skateboard, too fast, Devil’s Hill, road rash Cherry flavored first kiss, stealing one from her lips, All day, bailin hay callouses and back break Stitched up, burned, scraped or weathered It still holds us all together Oh yeah, your skin It’s gotta be thick cause life can get under (hold out) it And Rodeo tough but never lose Its sense of touch No matter what it looks like or where it’s been it’s best to be blue jean comfortable in your own skin You might hear you’re Too strange, rearrange, fit the mold, gotta change But never hide what’s inside, show it off, take pride Mohawk, faith walk, tattoos, straight talk Stay true, push through, keep on being you fits you like a glove, if you let it don’t shed your style, if the world don’t get it (repeat chorus) We all got some in the game This crazy kaleidoscope parade Your skin’s gotta be thick cause life can get under it Rodeo tough but not lose its sense of touch No matter what it looks like or where it’s been it’s best to be broke in, blue jean comfortable in your own skin In your own skin Go on get comfortable in your own skin © Townley/Miller/Collins townleymitch@gmail.com Mitch Townley 865.660.3792 mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com Mitch Collins 423.504.4879 millerscott2@mac.com Scott Miller 202.210.1062
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END OF THE LINE There's a little creek off of round pond road With a tackle box and a old Zebco Kicked back on that ol' Georgia pine Another Saturday to relax and unwind Wearing my daddy's John Deere hat He remembers all the talks they had When suddenly that reel starts to whine And he starts thinking about the end of the line At the end of the line you get what you get Some you remember, some you forget Fishing like life, (son) you can't rewind You get what you get at the end of the line Ten years later my son’s first catch A little brim, so we threw it back He says Dad, are they all that size And he looks down and says with a smile You don't always get what you're searching for But life is it's own reward ©2015 Kornblum, Foster, Collins Mitchell Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423.504.4879 Brenda Kornblum brendakornblum@gmail.com Matt Foster
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She’s My Christmas List Nancy Blandford, Amy Carlock, Mitch Collins VERSE 1 Dear Santa, do you remember all those crazy things I’ve had on my Christmas lists, that you did not bring Like that classic ‘67 convertible corvette Or a private island of my own, where I'd land on my Learjet Now Santa, this year I’m begging, please don’t let me down Cuz I’ve met the woman of my dreams she’s all I think about CHORUS She’s the jingle, jingle, jingling, ringing my bell Yeah, the tingle, tingle, tingling, I need this Noel So while you’re out Chris Kringling, don’t forget my wish She’s the only thing I want, she’s my Christmas list VERSE 2 I know you cannot leave her under my tree Maybe she's been asking for a country boy like me Please use your Santa magic before ho, ho, hoing, home I don’t wanna be all by myself beneath the mistletoe Santa come Christmas morning, I don’t know what's in store But I hope I hear her knock, knock, knocking, knocking at my door CHORUS She’s the jingle, jingle, jingling, ringing my bell Yeah, the tingle, tingle, tingling, I need this Noel So while you’re out Chris Kringling, don’t forget my wish She’s the only thing I want, she’s my Christmas list BRIDGE I wake up to the sound of reindeer on my roof I run down all I find's a brand new pair of boots To my surprise tucked inside I find her Christmas list On every line my name is all that's written down on it Chorus (last time) She’s all I want, she’s my Christmas list
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48 Hour Fix Verse one Blue collar rat race, hitting walls, running this maze- Working on a 5-day headache Need a coffee strong and black, morning jolt to get me jacked Been jonesin' bad so glad it's Friday I'll bust my butt, all day long, till the last tock on the time clock, then I’m gone Chorus Getting amped for a weekend rush, from a drug I love called living it up ‘Round here most anything goes till the workday rooster crows I’ll find my feel good and put it on, a binge on a buzz marathon That two day trip, always does the trick, it's my 48 hour fix...48 hour fix Verse two Cold cans in Koozies, Netflix and chill, a hot jacuzzi Me and my babe reconnecting Midnight brings a few old friends with PBR so we let em' in Then get that outlaw country crankin' I can’t help this high I'm cravin, I admit I’m addicted, to a little hell raisin' There ain’t nothing wrong with taking a hit off life’s good stuff Chorus ©2016 Kime, Kornblum, Collins
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SECOND LUCKIEST MAN VERSE You remind me of your mother, the day we said I do All grown up in your wedding dress, but still I picture you In plastic high heels, holding daisies, always acting like a bride I'd grin when miss five year old serious, said Daddy come stand by my side CHORUS Every moments we shared live inside my heart Decorating my life, like finger painted works of art There at the end of the aisle, I will slowly let go of your hand Then give my blessing to the worlds second luckiest man VERSE Barbie dolls and crayons gave way to make and calling boys Teenage awkward changed to a young lady with charm and poise Broken curfews turned into talking bout trust and love and life You'd kiss my cheek, say daddy I love you, man, I'm gonna miss those times CHORUS BRIDGE I'll spin you one last time as we dance The tears might fall when I raise my glass To toast the future, touch on the past Sweetheart, the years flew by way to fast CHORUS Kime, Collins, Hancock – Copyright 2019
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Jeeps Are For Girls Verse: I was showing of my roll bars, doors off, topless Stuck at the red in a one stop light metropolis Revving for a back road, rock crawl Saturday A little traction action climbing boulder stairways Then a Romeo rolls up, puts his mouth in overdrive Whistles at my Wrangler and yells, hey, do you need a man to handle that sweet ride So I said…. Chorus: Silly boy, oh no (no no), this jeep’s for girls I’ll give ya shotgun, but hold on hun, so ya don’t get hurt Cuz I play rough when I’m rolling in the dirt Silly boy, then you’ll know know know jeeps are for girls Verse: Fender flares and lift kits, pink camo bucket seats My kind of fashion’s from an Off Road Magazine I’m a daredevil spitfire triple A deputized A two inch tow chain is how I accessorize Oh yeah I’m independent just like my suspension But I must admit I kind of like when I get a little head turning attention Repeat Chorus: Bridge: Might let ya spot me so I don’t break an axle, or bust open my brand new differential But don’t get it in your mind , cause there’s no way I’ll ever let you drive… Repeat Chorus: Collins, Kornblum, Kime 423-504-4879 mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com
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PUT YOUR CRAZY ON Friday night same old same old Eating supper with the tv on Sitting on the couch want to keep it fresh So I light up that phone with a sexy text She looks over smiles at me Says I'm right here baby what do you need I say that little black dress, those high heel shoes That take you walking on the wild side, set you loose Put your cra cra crazy on, it gets me going Then I'll take take take you anywhere you want Every step step you take gives me a heart attack Its ooh la la in the front and oh my god in the back You look so good, feel so right Like a million bucks, you're outta sight. Put your crazy on, put your crazy on We hit club Deja Vu to show off some moves I was getting into it, yeah coming unglued She winked at me said I like you this way Now turn around so I can see that sway Solo Put your crazy on, put your crazy on, put your crazy on Let's take this home so we can take it off Under the sheets yeah we're gonna get lost ©2014 Brenda Kornblum & Mitch Collins brendakornblum@epbfi.com 423.443.0810 mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423.504.4879
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UNDERTOW Like a fruit tree .. in the mountain air Though buds may bloom .. no fruit it bares A warm day’s sun .. a lie it tells When darkness falls .. a frozen veil Falls over all .. the lies sun told Puts to death .. promises sold Come morning sun .. come take my pain That flows beneath .. my flowered face I died tonight .. on mountainside On frozen hills .. laid down my life If you think about me pull a blanket high up on your chest Turn the music up and let the singers lyrics do the rest Yeah, carry you away to where your soul can tumble free Cause the undertow will drag you to a place, you cannot breathe I sit and wait .. on table sawn For seasons' change .. on gardens' lawn Death releases .. spring birds song Calls to life .. idle minions Fills the earth .. with tapestry Colors bold .. and harmony But no hues .. will my eyes see If there is sound .. it dies with me And brightest light .. on clearest morn Draws back into .. the winter storm Chorus When the last grain of sand falls through the hourglass And time surrenders her last breath I'll gaze into the emptiness .. to catch a glimpse of you Bill Havens & Mitch Collins
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DRINKING FROM A WELL (v1) I was living like a gypsy in this dusty barren land Tryin’ to quench my emptiness with all the ways of man Fillin up my bucket with ev’ry earthly lie From waters of temptation that never satisfy (v2) Lost within the ever shifting sands of a mirage I reached up in desperation for the hand of God He drew His forgiveness from an everlasting spring And offered up salvation in a mercy cup to me Chorus I’m drinking from a well that I couldn’t dig Drinking from a well because of what God did I believed, received, I’m sanctified Drinking from a well that don’t run dry Drinking from a well that don’t run dry (v3) Now, my soul finds refreshment in His living word Sippin’ on the wisdom, of each chapter and verse By his ever flowing grace I have been redeemed And the only thing I thirst for is what he wants for me CHORUS Bridge: Oh, Abba Father Oh, find in me Streams of heav’nly hallelujah That only your holy water brings That only your holy water brings CHORUS Mitch Townley & Mitch Collins ©2017 423-504-4879 mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 865-660-3792 townleymitch@gmail.com
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By Heart My old faithful, first name John last name Deere We memorized these fields we’ve worked through the years Dirt soaks up my sweat like a sweet summer rain This farm is in my blood and home-grown’s in my veins Grandpa built the house where I took my first steps Behind the barn, I smoked my first and last cigarette Broke my pitching arm in that oak tree out back Our favorite fishing hole caught my tears when I lost dad Chorus This place knows me by heart, it’s heard the laughter Felt the pain in every scar, wrote all the chapters Each page bookmarked, yeah, this place knows me by heart These walls ‘ve heard me cuss underneath my breath The floorboards by my bed know every prayer I’ve said Front porch saw me stumble through my first kiss Now it holds a swing that gently rocks my wife and kids Chorus Bridge When I’m laid in the grave, want my headstone to say “He found his quiet comfort here”, right here Chorus Kime, Kornblum, Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423-504-4879
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Watered Down Whiskey They come rolling into town thinking they’re all that Wearing skinny jeans and a flat billed hat Claiming to be country cause they sing a few songs But don't know any Hank, Whitley, Haggard or Jones Watered down whiskey won’t get a man drunk What they’re calling new country ain't nothing but junk I know what I’m saying might be a little risky But pop in country’s like watered down whiskey I’m gonna play my country at a hundred proof A Nashville rebel just raising the roof A double shot of steel makes me think of the greats Like ole’ Alan Jackson and the King George Strait Chorus I'm not saying I’m right and they’re wrong I’m just saying what they’re playing ain't country at all Chorus Collins, Kornblum, Foster, Wade ©2017
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Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff © Mitch Townley/Mitch Collins You’re on your break, yeah, it’s lunch time The DMV has a long line You’re running way, way behind And your boss is in a real bad mood The traffic back is like molasses And you’re ‘bout to blow a gasket Don’t let it put you in a casket Count to ten and take a breath or two Chorus: Don’t sweat the small stuff Little things that you can’t change Don’t sweat the small stuff Get the whistle back in your day You open up your visa statement See a charge for a late payment And after calling in complaining You find you overpaid your water bill....oops You fuss and fume, call yourself stupid Wonder what drugs you were doing You’re not an idiot just human We screw up and we always will Repeat Chorus Bridge: There’s only. roughly 79 , years in a hypothetical life And if you’re ever gonna get to that You’ve gotta cut yourself a lot of slack Repeat Chorus
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Mistletoe, an elf who knows Wrapping gifts and tying bows Seals them with a festive kiss Full of love and happiness Born with her own specialty Christmas mornings magically Bring joy to all when she gives Mistletoe's Christmas Kiss Mistletoe had never dreamed To wrap or kiss anything Always thought a workshop elf Would be her job, nothing else But when she graduated from Santa's school for elves Santa said, you'll be sealing gifts With Mistletoe's Christmas Kiss She bowed her head to hide the tears But Santa is wise in his years Look in here, he said to her This magic snow globe shows the future Mistletoe saw the scene A happy family 'round the tree Because she gave her special kiss One by one to every gift Laughed then ran to join her friends Excited to begin Sealing presents and spreading bliss With Mistletoe's Christmas Kiss So, when you first glimpse, The tree and the gifts Remember this feeling is Mistletoe's Christmas Kiss
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Check the Map V1 I’ve never been one to follow directions The joy in the journey is my only destination No need to plan, I just hit the open road Let the wind point the way and away I’ll go CHORUS I’ll check the map when I get there Run my finger along the path Take a tour of all my snapshots Travel log of the best spots I'll reminisce, crack a smile, when I look back Check the map, check the map, when I get there, I’ll check the map (2nd and 3rd time only) V2 I might catch some fireflies or watch a little paint dry Or dance with a stranger underneath the northern lights I'll find adventure or a new discovery My tomorrow's uncharted, so I'm not sure, where I'll be BRIDGE Disconnect from my GPS Unwind and leave behind the corporate craziness Blandford/Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423.504.4879
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WOOHOO First glimpse of you in the morning lying there in the sun's rays Shining through the window on your blonde hair that's falling round your face I see the curve of you hips hiding under the covers I'm a lucky man, I know, you call me lover Gets me thinking bout how many days I wanna start to live Just like this, but I lose my count, when You crack those baby blues, wrap yourself around me Your every woman I'll ever need I'm always up for a little woohoo, with you That's what me and you do, when we get together, woohoo When we make love a our kind of perfect, you wanting me, me wanting you For what we do, woohoo, wooooohooooo All I want to say or do when I'm with you...woohoo You got it going on, yeah you're more than a set of legs I love your body, but baby I'm in love with what's inside your head Last night you took me down in a heated game of scrabble Then took me up to bed, for my kind of late night battle Smile, kiss, talk, hold me, repeat, everyday, every night, eternally I'm consumed into you and all I want to be, is with you baby ©2015 Mitchell Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423.504.4879
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Cathy B Verse 1 First time I saw her in those cut off jeans Was out on the sand at Huntington Beach Had her zipper down with the top button loose Her a pink bikini was peeking through Shimmied her hips, tugged those shorts to the ground Caught me looking when she turned around Those perfectly green eyes calling me to her Blonde hair falling down on her Johnny Cash T-shirt Chorus Seventeen, summertime before senior year, in our own romantic comedy Anything, that’s what I’d do for her, wrapped up in that living fantasy She carved her name in me like on an old oak tree Cathy B, she will always be a part of me, Cathy B Verse 2 Thought I’d be lucky to steal second base But I was hitting home runs like Willie Mays Three months together, running wild, chasing whatever Found a treasure trove of memories to last forever Bridge Ten years gone, thinking back In a Jose Cuervo looking glass Sitting here on my porch swing Wishing I could go back to...(seventeen) ©2017 Bill Havens & Mitch Collins
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My Do Over Not Yours My best friend gave me her phone to see A text from you asking 'bout me You're digging for none'ya business information I gave you my heart, you added an ache Then handed it back like a big mistake Think you're misunderstanding this situation Well, I guess I need to tell you one more time.…listen Chorus You can take your womanizin' Put it where the sun's never gonna shine in I'm done and don't wanna second look Thinking you're gods gift to women Pushing me way past my limit I'm not getting back on that itty bitty hook This is my do over not yours This is my do over not yours This is my do over not yours Betcha think I need you in my life Must admit I'm not surprised Ya got a bad case of self infatuation Your oversized ego's got it all wrong So Don't try spinning that comeback song Cause I'm already jamming to another radio station Chorus You kept this head turner Too long on the back burner So, I’m moving on ©2017 Kimberly Kime & Mitchell Collins kimberlyhaleskime@hotmail.com mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423.504.4879
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Break Me When I feel I'm about to break and all I want is the pain to end I'm comforted by a sudden thought from the outside in Through suffering he is showing me just how far I can bend Before He divinely prunes me, so I can bloom again Chorus When I'm at the Master's hand I know I'm never forsaken God has a way of giving me life when it seems like He's taken Put myself in a ready state, down on my knees prayin' Oh Lord, won't You, break me He makes me whole despite my sins, when it seemed like I was falling apart Yeah, clinging to those worldly things, building my own house of cards Always a chance of it collapsing in meant another brand new start And when I grew weary he was standing so close why did it feel so far Chorus Bridge Built up and broken, grown and renewed Upon the strong foundation of His truth My soul was searching where my will was weak And in Him I found my peace Chorus Copyright 2013 - Mitchell Collins (423) 504-4879 & Brenda Kornblum Email: Mitch - mitch@cfachattanooga.com Brenda - brendakornblum@gmail.com
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Shutdown Heaven Tonight V1 Grandpa sang her favorite hymn As grandma lay there listening The family all gathered by her side To celebrate a life well lived Say goodbye, reminisce Everyone trying not to cry Then he slipped his hand into hers Said a different kind of prayer in his own kind of words Chorus If I could fly I’d close the gates Tell St Peter, he’d have to wait Let him give the angels a little time off One more day with her is all I need God, please don’t get mad at me For asking you to shut down heaven tonight V2 Such an honest desperate prayer All of us who were standing there Couldn't help but wish this would come true Fifty years, not a day apart Through good and bad, they’ve come so far He said everyday with her felt brand new Their love showed us how it oughta be No one knew it more than that man upon his knees, praying Repeat Chorus Bridge The next morning Grandma drifted off like she was sleeping But through the tears in Grandpa’s eyes, I knew what he was thinking Repeat Chorus ©2020 Scott Parker/Mitch Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com
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Just Add Friends V1 Corn hole up, check, fire pit lit, uh-huh Red dirt country playlist with some hip hop in the mix The Green Egg’s hot, blue Ribbon’s on ice Only one thing left to do, to light the fuse tonight Chorus Just add friends, just add friends They’re the Gras to Mardi The biggest pa...rt of party The tap you need for the keg Just add friends, just add friends V2 Door bell rings, deck gets wild Neighbor in the back is peekin’ out his bedroom blinds At the D-I-Y Bonn-a-roo, There’s hippie chicks, skinny jeans, tattoos and BBQ When you….. Bridge Like every margarita needs some salt on the edge Every good time in the makin needs the same ingredient Chorus Tag If you want this night to never end Just add friends ©2016 Townley & Collins
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Slow We’ve been here before, second time around You learned to forgive, I put the bottle down First try was a whirlwind, so much we didn’t know Now you’re whispering in my ear let’s take it slow I’ll take it slow - when our lips are so close you can taste it I’ll take it slow – when the heat from our touch overtakes us You’re all I want, you’re all I need I’ll take it slow It’s the way that you move me when you walk in a room You’re the dance in my heart, you’re the light of my moon This was all I could hope for, just one more chance To give you I can love you like a storybook romance I’ll take it slow - when our lips are so close you can taste it I’ll take it slow – when the heat from our touch overtakes us You’re all I want, you’re all I need I’ll take it slow LEAD I’ll take it slow - when our lips are so close you can taste it I’ll take it slow – when the heat from our touch overtakes us You’re all I want, you’re all I need I’ll take it slow You’re all I want, you’re all I need I’ll take it slow – I’ll take it slow DeYoung & Collins ©2015
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"Hurt Out Loud" (v1) I always thought being tough Meant keeping things bottled up Never let them see you cry Or show what’s going on inside (Pre-Chorus 1) You make it easy to drop my guard Cut the barbed wire around my heart (Chorus) I'm learning how to hurt out loud Since you knocked my walls down Exposed all my feelings It goes against everything I've known Such a sweet release to let it go I am finally seeing Girl, look at where you've got me now I'm learning how to hurt out loud (v2) Now I know I don't have to be The only one who carries me Through the tough times in life Trusting in you feels so right (Pre-Chorus 2) The cold and lonely I called truth Was getting hard to hang on to (Repeat Chorus) (Bridge) You’re teaching me its ok to show love Cause being tough is opening up (Repeat Chorus) ©2015 Darin Martin & Mitchell Collins 423-504-4879
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GOING HOME Got the call said you might want to be Coming soon if you want to see Your daddy one last time before he leaves So many years, I've been away So many miles, separate Completely broken hearted, I make my way Going home to say goodbye To the man taught me to live in grace Always said get out there make a lifetime Of no regrets cause dreams are there to chase He's headed to his final home and I'm here To say goodbye, daddy goodbye Thinking back on all he did Made me strong in how I live A humble soul who showed me how to give His gentle smile so comforting Loved to learn, loved to teach Seemed to know something about everything By his bed, held his hand as he gently slipped away He’s headed to his final home and I’m here To say goodbye, daddy goodbye ©2015 Mitch Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com
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MAMA MADE ME A BELIEVER Long as I remember, my mamas been telling me Do your best, forget the rest, it'll get you where you need to be When you don't know which way to go, son, follow your gut It's your life, you only get one, make it something you're proud of When life knocks you down, get back up, give it one more try You can do whatever you choose, so choose to do it right CHORUS Mama made me a believer One of those, you can do anything if you set your mind to it men She had a way of making me believe her When I said I can't, she looked me in the eyes, said, yes, you can Mama made me a believer Made me believe I could be a better man Looking back I realize how much her words meant to me How they changed who I am and who I'm going to be Now I'm passing those words along to a little one of my own Still hearing mamas voice in my head, from so long ago When life knocks you down, get back up, give it one more try You can do whatever you choose, so choose to do it right Repeat Chorus Every night when I lay my head on the pillow I ask myself Did I do all I could today, to be my best Mama made me a believer Made me believe I could be a better man, yeah a better man ©2014 Mitchell Collins – MitchCollinsSongs@gmail.com - 423.504.4879
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BLACK WIDOW LOVE I got caught in, the web of lies you were spinning You wound me up to stop me thinking Must have been a spell, you cast upon me Cause I've been, acting like a fool with benefits To you the queen of stealing innocence Took that part of me that made me want to believe There was something more to you than the only thing you need To satisfy your fantasies like every man is a piece of meat For your black widow love, yeah that black widow love Mesmerizing in that dress you were disguised in Underneath it you were hiding A red hourglass I could not see, cause I was blinded, in the moment and the madness Yeah, in the power of your passion Took that part of me that made me want to believe There was something more to you than the only thing you need To satisfy your fantasies like every man is a piece of meat For your black widow love, yeah that black widow love I been looking high, I been looking low, For the get up to get, get outta here, but you ain't letting go Eyes that hypnotize, gonna take control Got one last chance, if I just don't glance, your way, I'll make the door And break free, break free, break free, got my hand on the knob, oh my god I've been sighted like a man, now I'm running Like a flash, fast as I can There's no way I'd ever make it through another Night with, who you are and survive it Escaping was my only option Took that part of me that made me want to believe There was something more to you than the only thing you need To satisfy your fantasies like every man is a piece of meat For your black widow love, yeah that black widow love Adlib and out Mitchell Collins ©2014 423.504.4879 mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com
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WHAT THIS LOVE IS Verse Never felt like this before I always had one foot out the door Ready to give one more Last goodbye Thought I'd be living on my own Like a lone wolf, out there all alone Until you came along Tamed my wilder side Chorus Tried to keep you from getting in Scared of this you and me happenin’ These feelings buckled my knees Now I’m thanking God for helping you see Beyond the man I was then To who I am now, I cannot live without What this love is Verse Every night you lie next to me Pull me close, drift off to sleep I feel you breathing As I close my eyes Think of your touch, taste of your kiss Love the way you love, a perfect fit Amazed at how we click Stirs me up inside Bridge If this is really what love is, it’s everything I always feared But everything I’ll ever need is what we have here Chorus and out ©2014 Mitchell Collins mitchthechickenman@gmail.com 423-504-4879
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WHISKEY’S WOMAN I smell the whiskey on your breath You tried to cover up with a couple of mints This ain’t the life that you’ve always led But I’ve spent my last night with your never again I ain’t gonna be WHISKEY’S WOMAN But when I’m with you I’m whiskey held I don’t want to see your life get wasted Lookin’ through an empty bottle of not yourself You’ve got to go cause I ain’t gonna…be WHISKEY’S WOMAN I wiped your brow from a fifth to nothing And walked with you 12 steps, as you walked backwards Tough love might help you change, but not my loving So it’s over til your sober and moving forward I ain’t gonna be WHISKEY’S WOMAN But when I’m with you I’m whiskey held I don’t want to see your life get wasted Lookin’ through an empty bottle of not yourself You’ve had to go cause I ain’t gonna…be WHISKEY’S WOMAN It’s been about two years, and now you’re standing here Knocking at my door And I see behind your tears, the man I once held so dear The man I loved so much before....yeah, before I said I ain’t gonna be WHISKEY’S WOMAN But when I’m with you I’m whiskey held I don’t want to see your life get wasted Lookin’ through an empty bottle of not yourself But now the man I’ve always wanted, Is in my arms and I ain’t gonna, again be WHISKEY’S WOMAN MITCH COLLINS 423-504-4879
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ONE MORE LULLABY Standing in a cold, cold rain that chilled us to the bone I’ll always remember that day, we had to let you go on Home to be with the Father, where you could sing your heavenly highs Like you did for our daughter and me, before the sickness was too much to fight I told our girl you had gone to be, with the angels up in the sky And she said I know mama’s one of them and I hope she can fly Daddy do angels really have wings and can they fly Do their voices ring out in heaven to God, each and every night And if I pray real hard and ask God real nice Do you think He’d let my mama fly down and sing me to sleep with ONE MORE LULLABY Every day our little girl becomes more and more like you Tries to comfort me when I’m trying to hide the truth I tell her it’ll be ok as I bend down to kiss her goodnight Just like you, she sees right through me, I think she’s reading my mind She takes my hand pulls me to my knees, our elbows resting on those Barbie sheets And she says Mama will come in your dreams, if you’ll pray like me God do angels really have wings and can they fly Do their voices ring out in heaven to You, each and every night And if I pray real hard and ask You real nice Do You think You’d let my angel fly down and sing me to sleep with ONE MORE LULLABY As she drifts off the sleep, I reflect on what used to be And find a familiar peace, when I hear you sing, just ONE MORE LULLABY MITCH COLLINS 423-504-4879
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LAST SECOND CHANCE Found a note on the door, she'd written thinking ‘bout you Call me if you feel the same Last time I saw her she was leaving again But once again something has changed Gave her a call, she asked how have you been I said I'm lost and confused Cause you keep finding your way back to me I keep falling for you I am prayin’ this time is the right time I know love ain’t easy to do Here’s your last second chance to find what was missing From the last second chance I gave you Here’s your last second chance -- it’s all up to you My friends say I'm crazy and maybe that's true But I'm not so good on my own So I'll take crazy, cause together we're better That's why I never let go, still I really want you to know Chorus Every day when I wake up beside you Is a yesterday that came true Cause every day... I am prayin’ this time is the right time I know love ain’t easy to do Here’s your last second chance to find what was missing From the last second chance I gave you Here’s your last second chance to show your love for me I’ll make love easy for you Here’s your last second chance -- Here’s your last second chance -- it’s all up to you ©2015 DeYoung & Collins Mitchell Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423.504.4879 Bob DeYoung bob@bobdeyoungmusic.com
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All In Six years old in that little red wagon, Swim goggles on, the handle draggin’ Behind me, as I was flying down road rash hill The wind in my hair, thrill in my heart The pain I felt, when that ride fell apart I was tumbling, loving every second, falling head over heels I always hitch myself to a shooting star On a wish and a prayer, cause I like to play hard Livin’ on the edge, won’t hesitate or hedge, I like that tinglin’, under my skin, here goes I’m all in, oh yeah, I’m all in I’ve done some free climbing at Yosemite Been hang gliding, above the redwood trees I was born dang bold with breakneck nerves of steel Then I met my match in that daredevil girl, Bungee jumping, bounced her into my world We were tumbling, loving every second, falling head over heels Adrenaline, it’s kickin’ in, we are building up speed We’re running to the unknown, come on baby let's make that leap ©2016 Blanford/Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423.504.4879
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FOUND ME I was searching, looking out for Somewhere in this world I could call my own I was hoping, I would find it Somewhere here in this land I did not know I was searching For (wants, so) a part of me to be Reconnected with the missing piece That I never had but always hoped Was waiting here for me Calling me to come running Start getting enveloped in it The rightness and love that I feel I thought, I was looking, but it found me Like a magnet, drawing me in Something here has set my soul at ease Like an old friend, inviting me in Something in this place fills my every need Like a magnet CHORUS All along thought I'd been searching for My direction in a life of question marks But my true north was already there inside me CHORUS Like a magnet ©2014 – Mitchell Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423.504.4879
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GOING HOME Got the call said you might want to be Coming soon if you want to see Your daddy one last time before he leaves So many years, I've been away So many miles, separate Completely broken hearted, I make my way Going home to say goodbye To the man taught me to live in grace Always said get out there make a lifetime Of no regrets cause dreams are there to chase He's headed to his final home and I'm here To say goodbye, daddy goodbye Thinking back on all he did Made me strong in how I live A humble soul who showed me how to give His gentle smile so comforting Loved to learn, loved to teach Seemed to know something about everything By his bed, held his hand as he gently slipped away He’s headed to his final home and I’m here To say goodbye, daddy goodbye ©2015 Mitch Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com
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Hand Me Down Hate I remember the first time I heard the N word as a kid It came from the mouth of a red faced boy with balled up fists When I saw how that word, touched a nerve, and the hurt in my best friend’s eyes Shoulder to shoulder, we backed down that bully, who was twice our size... That night I asked my daddy why that boy said what he did He said he probably learned it from his old man, who learned it from his Hand me down hate, is like a chain It shackles narrow minds to generations afraid to change But I believe love can break the links Of hand me down hate Now that I’m grown, the nightly news makes me ask what the hell’s going on Someone plowed into a helpless crowd, another torched a mosque Forty nine died in a nightclub just for flying a rainbow flag It’s like a punch in the gut when I hear about a senseless attack Gets me thinking ‘bout the wisdom my dad passed down to me Maybe I can’t change this ole world, but I’ll be the change I wanna see Love, yeah it’s love, oh sweet love Some might call me dreamer, or a wishful thinker, but I still believe Love can break the links, of hand me down hate © 2017 Kimberly Kime/Mitch Collins mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com 423.504.4879
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Running Up A Landslide My girlfriend thinks she might be eating for two Letter from my landlord was stamped past due The ex-wife called said, that last check bounced I do what I can, won’t let it get me down Work two jobs trying to pay the bills There's never enough, man I feel, like I’m Running up a landslide Every step puts me further behind If I stop, I might get buried alive Move a little faster, push a little harder Trying to hang on, cause I’m Running up a landslide My keep on going is running on empty But my tank’s not dry so there’s no stopping me Cause I’m no quitter, gonna stay strong I’m charging straight ahead like nothing’s wrong I might slip, or maybe trip and fall But I keep on believing, I can have it all, while I’m chorus Nobody promised me, life would be easy So where I go from here, is up to me ©2017 Mitchell Collins & Bob DeYoung mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com or bob@bobdeyoungmusic.com 423-504-4879
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I Stumble V1 I live my life like an old worn hat Longer I wear it the better it sets When suddenly you come blowing in Completely changing how it fits Chorus Your kiss taste like sweet Madrone Sonoma hills, vineyard groves Your body pressed into mine Swirls my thoughts and clouds my mind Like a drunk on a cobbled road Finding every brick and stone Headlong, I tumble out of control As I stumble, towards your love V2 Your heart like a mountain spring Forging through my rough terrain For every inch that you gain You never worry I'm to blame Chorus Bridge I'm desperate for one more sip One more taste of your lips Chorus ©2017 Bill Havens & Mitch Collins
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Man Behind the Gun Verse 1 In a faded wooden cabin beneath some rugged pines Joe stares at the remnants of a life he left behind A dusty leather Bible, his daddy's ole bird gun Fragments of a future he had soaked in rum Chorus Sawed off steel and wood are laying by the bed Two demons in the chambers, devil in his head Tonight he's gonna choose which way to run A pathway to redemption or the man behind the gun Verse 2 He slumps onto a pillow too drunk to feel the sting A final swallow from the bottle he’d been worshiping His finger on the trigger, when he hears a voice say You can never fall below the reach of My grace Chorus Sawed off steel and wood were laying by the bed Two demons in the chambers, devil in his head Tonight he’s gonna choose which way to run A pathway to redemption or the man behind the gun Bridge He opened up the Gospel to rip those pages apart But those words in red, sent a bullet to his heart Chorus Sawed off steel and wood were laying by the bed Two demons in the chambers, now Jesus in his head On that night he chose which way to run A pathway to redemption saved the man behind the gun A pathway to redemption ... saved the man behind the gun Copyright 2017 Bill Havens & Mitch Collins bhavens2@gmail.com 303-521-6425
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Book Me a Room Nancy Blandford & Mitch Collins VERSE 1 My Father’s house, has lots and lots of space Don't need a lease, the rent’s paid up by grace The doors aren’t locked and the only key you need is Jesus, I’ll be checking in…. CHORUS: Book me a room, leave on the light, I’m coming home to paradise Book me a room, open the gates Heaven is where my glory waits, book me a room. VERSE 2 My one room shack on this earth, ain’t worth much But I’ve been blessed with a roof and a woman’s touch So when I die I will have no regrets Jesus, just don’t forget... CHORUS BRIDGE There’s open invitation for those who believe So I know there’s a reservation just for me, CHORUS VERSE 3 The Kingdom’s windows, have a perfect view Hope I see my old dog Red, and my grandma too Maybe she’ll be baking her famous shoofly pie Jesus, I’ll be coming by... CHORUS Mitch Collins 423-504-4879
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Kiss Me Like You Missed Me - Mitch Collins & Bob Deyoung Looks like a tornado came through, down the hall into the bedroom Last night’s still a bit hazy, feels like we got crazy Me and my girl holding each other, skin on skin, a swirl of covers Tangled up in this scene, remembering how it came to be, When she starts whispering... Kiss me like you missed me, like last night Kiss me like you missed me, one more time A little morning passion, rolling round Like two clouds crashing, making sounds Creating thunder from the lightning in her words Kiss me like you missed me What we’ve both been cravin’, is a little more misbehaving Let’s put the world on hold, stay in bed for one more roll Life can wait, ain’t no hurry, one on one we got no worries Letting time move real slow to the getting back on the go When she starts whispering... There’s something in the way she says kmlymm, she’s my one addiction, the one I can’t resist, when she starts whispering
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Sold Out Nancy Blandford & Mitch Collins VERSE 1 I’ve had my share of loneliness, dead end roads, missteps But girl with you there’s only one way to go Laying myself on the line, in the name of love, gotta get this right, Cuz you’re worth every step into the unknown CHORUS Dancing on a tightrope without a net Diving into the mystery of what comes next Giving all I’ve got, with every breath so there’s no doubt I’m all in, completely yours, sold out VERSE 2 Effortless, you and me, like floating with no gravity Together we can reach the moon and the stars We’ve been drawn in a wonderland, painted by the master’s hand A technicolored living work of art BRIDGE You’re my no limit gamble, I’ve burned every ship, behind me I’m looking ahead ,the future is ours, all I see
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Open the Door Nancy Blandford & Mitch Collins VERSE 1 Feels like I’m stuck here and the walls are closing in I know You’ve called me, where this lonely hallway ends I’ll keep my eyes on You, stand here worshipping Keep on knocking, ‘til I hear the hinges creak Until the hinges creak CHORUS: I will praise You in anticipation I will praise You right where I am Your faithfulness, is my confidence, You know my heart and where I’ve been So, I trust the plan You have in store, will be revealed when You open the door, open the door VERSE 2 I know the sun is there even when it’s not shining I can feel Your love without having to define it The wind in the trees show me I’m breathing Your air Even in the silence, I know You are there You are always there CHORUS BRIDGE Patiently I wait, I’ll keep singing till the light breaks Patiently I wait, I’ll keep singing till the light breaks Patiently I wait, I’ll keep singing till the light breaks Until the light breaks CHORUS
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CHEMISTRY N. Blandford/A. Carlock/M. Collins VERSE 1 You are electric, I am a wire, The current that runs through my veins I am a candle, you are the fire The oxygen feeding my flame CHORUS Irresistible raw attraction Unstoppable chain reaction Baby, you and me, wrapped in a mystery of reckless intensity Blame it, blame it on the chemistry VERSE 2 You’re a love potion, I can’t resist One sip is never enough I am the passion burns on your lips You keep turning me up BRIDGE A magnetic combination too strong to pull apart An organic, no explanation, equation of two hearts
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Traveler I cannot count the faces, but I still see the smiles The people in the places where love and kindness survived In my bones, I feel the traces from wearing out these miles Don’t always know my destination but I know when I’ve arrived I am a traveler hitchin a ride, Through this life, to the other side Living in the head of a man, walking in his skin, Who I am is in the where I’ve been Cause, I am a traveler hitching a ride All the steps I’ve taken on the road to what’s next Show me how the future is written in the past In my mind, I keep finding, the pages I left They guided me to where I am, without me having to ask Chorus On this journey, I’m gonna squeeze (out) every drop of hope to taste my dreams Gonna take it all in by taking my time, only get one chance to get it right Chorus
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BLAME IT ON THE CHEMISTRY N. Blandford/A. Carlock/M. Collins VERSE 1 You are electric, I am a wire, The current that runs through my veins You are a candle, I am the fire The oxygen feeding my flame Irresistible raw attraction Unstoppable chain reaction You plus me, a reckless intensity Blame it, blame it on the chemistry VERSE 2 You are the passion, still on my lips I love getting drunk on your touch The only addiction, I can not quit Too much is never enough A magnetic combination too strong to pull apart An organic, no explanation, equation of two hearts
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“Come Home” Verse 1: I’ve never known silence, so loud it could kill Till the day you left and this house stood still Your words echo in these empty rooms They keep telling me how much I’m missing you Chorus: Come home, come home You must be tired Out there on your own Come home, come home The road gets long When you go it alone Let go of your pride And please come home Verse 2: Your welcome back, Is waiting on you So come on by, anytime you want to The door’s unlocked, if you lost your key The light is on, if it’s too dark to see When I see you I come running, I’ll meet you halfway From where I am to where you are, please don’t wait ©2020 Casey Smith & Mitch Collins
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Climb So High Every step I take is taking, me one move, closer to making You so much more than some girl I once knew Yeah, looking back I want the beginning of our future, to start right this minute A big bang of love created when you lit the fuse I know I got to do some stepping up But please girl let me prove my love I’ll climb so high, to get to you, to you, to you In time, you’ll find, I’ll make it to you, make it through, make it through to Being the best man I can be, all because I’m tryin’ To climb, so high, to you, to you, to you Still remember my Pop saying, you get one chance son, don’t be a playing When you find the one, do not let her go Hold on tight, but not so tight you smother, her into the arms of another If you’re doing it right, she will let you know Now I know it was you he was talking about When he said we marry up or down ©2020 Mitch Collins
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Soundtrack of my Life V1 Cicadas on a summer night Snapping limb in a tree I climbed The whistling of the wind as I was falling through the air Baseball pops into my glove Playing catch dad showed his love He was a man of few words, but I always knew he cared Croaking bullfrogs down by the lake, my mama laughing at the jokes I’d make Crackling campfires for making smores, listening back on the memories I stored Chorus On the soundtrack of my life, plays in my head all the time I’ve lived the liner notes, cuz the lyrics are the ones I wrote They’re made of the ups and downs, lows and highs Love and loss, wrongs and rights When I hear them, sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry Either way, they’re recorded on the soundtrack of my life Yeah, the soundtrack of my life V2 The first cries my daughter cried, When born into this earthly life Her breathing when she’s sleeping has a rhythm and a tone The voicemail my brother left, The one that I forgot to check Until the day I found out he was never coming home The rumbling of the engine in my first truck, Lynyrd Skynyrd singing turn it up Slamming doors when I was mad as hell, another track for this album I cannot sell Bridge Who I am is made up of every single sound I can't wait to hear the next ones coming round
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Family Man I’ve built a life of riches full of precious things My wealth is greater than I could ever have believed Platinum and silver and the rarest of gems They're valuable but worthless trinkets in comparison To the love of my children and my wife They’re my priceless artifacts in my life I’m a family man, the wealthiest I know Gold runs in my veins deep into my soul It’s kind of like I have the Midas touch But I’m not gonna spend a dime, I’m gonna keep on saving up Cause I’m a family man, with treasures to hold I’m a family man, the wealthiest I know We got one on the way it’s like money in the bank My fortune keeps growing from interest in the ranks Meemaw and papa are like cold hard cash Even the in-laws are part of the stash Fort Knox is a piggy bank compared to our home I need something more the size of the astrodome CHORUS
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Frying Pan Bacon grease in a Crisco can By the stove and a cast iron frying pan Mama fried biscuits sizzling hot With peppered gravy to put on top Gathered round the table, we’d bow our heads, say grace Serving up love southern fried was her way I wish, I had the chance For one more glimpse, to share a glance, Take her hand, say I love you, again and again and again, Yeah, to stand there with mama as she cooked in her frying pan Crispy cornbread freshly baked Pinto beans and onions, the perfect mates I think she knew that skillet was more, Than for the cooking it was made for Still can’t believe she never used a recipe While she filled me up with those childhood memories
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