[Lyric] Hide Yer Dope (Matney Cook)

She had nothin’ to do with his indifference
With that shroud he had began
And the two were of no blood relation
Though they fought and bickered like they were kin
By the roadside they made their wages
Putting on a DAMN good show for any to stop and see
Well now hell they played their hearts out even if no body came
Him on the git fiddle her with a mando on her knee

They heard hillbillies talkin bout willie nelson gettin busted down at the checkpoint on highway 10
You better go hide yer dope
They’re just silly northwest hippy kids hitchin’ and bikin’ drivin’ rigs from coast to coast
Searchin’ for hope

In Bakersfield there was this tattooed chick Who played the ukulele like no body’s business
So they let her sit in for a time
But by the time they hit Kernville she’d threw a fit and It didn’t help that they’d all got lit
On moonshine Nearly went blind
Then in Tucson, Arizona she got bumped by a mop headed fiddle player fresh out of luck
Played those strings like they would save his soul
So then on they went, just those three, makin’ such a sweet harmony
Onlookers cried, their hearts had been made whole
They’re searchin’ for hope (searchin’ for hope)
They’re searchin’ for hope (searchin’ for hope)
You seem like real nice kids now better go hide yer dope

In madrid down on the turquoise trail The three nearly got thrown in jail
For one particularly risqué and profitable show (you can imagine)
But instead they rode bitch with three different bikers To infamous to be hitch hikers
Who rode them all the way outta new mexico
But then Austin saw them a real sad fate When voices raised in a heated debate
The three they had to go their separate ways
But they each kept a buskin’ and a travelin’ on Though the best of times were up and gone
Lost somewhere between the canyons and the everglades

They’re searchin’ for hope (searchin’ for hope)
They’re searchin’ for hope (searchin’ for hope)
You seem like real nice kids now better go hide yer dope