Hid in the Shadow of His Hand

Words and music by Bill Price

Rosie stood like a cactus 'neath a sliver of a moon
Like a Navajo rug left to die in the loom
She got on a bus in Gallup - hid in the shadow of his hand

Jeffrey told 8 to 5, he said, "I won't be in"
Tucked his last check in his pocket and he rubbed his chin
He put on his blood-red jacket - hid in the shadow of his hand

Hid in the shadow of his hand

Get on - freedom's highway
Get on - the mountains laid low - true as you go

Her connections were cheap like electricity
Crossing the big river, Dixie dropped off the key
She shook the dust off of Memphis - hid in the shadow of his hand

All Tweedy owned was under his arm
Vagabond hopes, a new day at dawn
Dodging the bullets of reason - hid in the shadow of his hand

Hid in the shadow of his hand

Get on - freedom's highway
Get on - sprung from the bow - true as you go

The wise will warn you that you'll want it back someday
Second thoughts are first with them 'cause you left them in the gray

Her past was a blur - graffiti on the wall
She took the chain off the door of old St. Paul
Maggie took a left at the market - she was in the shadow of his hand

It wasn't the fault of the bride or the band
Like a drop in the bucket, like a speck in the sand
Danny took the dog and departed - hid in the shadow of his hand

Hid in the shadow of his hand

Get on - freedom's highway
Get on - sprung from the bow - true as you go

Brave and bruised - the footprints line up
Their histories blue - the shattered cup
Wine spills slow - gypsy moths hide and seek
Caravan's glow - eye for an eye - cheek to cheek
Steam from the pot - spirals to the stars
Lamplight by the cot - a pathway to the bazaar

© 2003 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)