Three Gone Hiding

Out in the pines where the cold wind blows

Sam, Beth and Mark, to the backwoods they go

A jug and a promise, the moon shinin’ bright

Whisperin’ secrets far out of sight

Pebbles underfoot on that mossy old track

A laugh in the shadows, no turning back

Three gone hidin’, way up in the trees

Cookin’ up trouble on the Tennessee breeze

Hear them footfalls, duck real low

Hush now, friends—it’s time to lay low

Boots in the dust and the cabin door creaks

Revenuers comin’, they ain’t here for tea

Sam’s got the rifle, Beth guards the pot

Mark keeps watch from his favorite spot

Dreams in the barrels, freedom in the still

Hearts beat faster each time they chill

Three gone hidin’, way up in the trees

Cookin’ up trouble on the Tennessee breeze

Hear them footfalls, duck real low

Hush now, friends—it’s time to lay low

By lantern’s glow they whisper and plan

Every shadow moving is an unwelcome man

Wits as their armor, courage for their friends

Bound by a secret that never ends

Three gone hidin’, way up in the trees

Cookin’ up trouble on the Tennessee breeze

Hear them footfalls, duck real low

Hush now, friends—it’s time to lay lowSo when you hear the whippoorwill cry

Think of the three, hidin' nearby

In the moonlit wild, their story rolls on