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When I was a young boy, pride of my familyAnd my mama used to hang me out to dryYou know the boy couldn't have itSometimes he just had to findA hiding place to hang his head and cryTalking about a hiding place, hiding placeLittle bit of shelter from the bluesHere I am as a young man, my feet out on the highwaySummer breeze to tell me what to doI might meet a young lady and stop off for a whileReality thought blowing throughTalking about a hiding place, hiding placeA little bit of shelter from the bluesAnd it ain't no disgrace if you gotta hide your faceWe all need the hiding place to get us throughYes, we doOh, I can tell the difference between right and wrongI can't always tell which one's best for meBut I know this dirty city like the back of my dirty handAnd still can't seem to find no sanityNow I'm looking out a window and you are looking inSongtexteAnd we both are thinking and we like just what we seeYou say you can't be certain, baby, what I see in youBut you're ? what you see in meTalking about a hiding place, a hiding placeJust a little bit of shelter from the bluesAnd it ain't no disgrace if you got to hide your faceWe all need a hiding place to get us throughTalking about a hiding place, hiding placeWe all need a hiding place to get us through Aus Songtexte Mania