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Hiding Place - Coco Montoya
When I was a young boy pride of my family
And my mama used to hang me out to dry
You know the boy couldn't have it
Sometimes he just had to find
A hiding place to hang his head and cry
Talking about a hiding place hiding place
Little bit of shelter from the blues
Here I am as a young man
My feet out on the highway
Summer breeze to tell me what to do
I might meet a young lady
And stop off for a while
Reality thought blowing through
Talking about a hiding place hiding place
A little bit of shelter from the blues
And it ain't no disgrace
If you gotta hide your face
We all need the hiding place to get us through
Yes we do
Oh I can tell the difference
Between right and wrong
I can't always tell which one's best for me
But I know this dirty city
Like the back of my dirty hand
And still can't seem to find no sanity
Now I'm looking out a window
And you are looking in
And we both are thinking
And we like just what we see
You say you can't be certain
Baby what I see in you
But you're Incomprehensible what you see in me
Talking about a hiding place a hiding place
Just a little bit of shelter from the blues
And it ain't no disgrace
If you got to hide your face
We all need a hiding place to get us through
Talking about a hiding place hiding place
We all need a hiding place to get us through
