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 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