There’s caches that we seek
tags, hides and clues
People shufflin’ their feet
People sweepin’ with their shoes
But there’s a hidden sign
on the road ahead
There’s a lot of people sayin’
that it’s hidden in a shed
Don’t feel like searching,
but I am condemned
So I try to find it,
in any way I can.

Keep on searching in the free world,
Keep on caching in the free world
Keep on searching in the free world,
Keep on caching in the free world.

There was a CO in the night
With a stashbox in her hand
Under an old street light
with a master plan
so she put the cache away,
and we’re gonna get a fit
We hate her hide,
and what she’s done with it
There’s one more cache
that will never get a log
Never gets to be found,
even with a power tool.

Keep on searching in the free world,
Keep on caching in the free world
Keep on searching in the free world,
Keep on caching in the free world.

We got a thousand points of light
For the night search scan
We got a stronger, fiercer
torch light hand
We got caching stores
and logging paper
Got ammunition boxes
for the oldskool players
Got a stash for the people:
says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn,
got roads to drive.

Keep on searching in the free world,
Keep on caching in the free world
Keep on searching in the free world,
Keep on caching in the free world.

(Original lyrics by Neil Young, GC adaptation by Hans Dejonghe)

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