Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel

In the Broadway Bridge

We're crawling on our knees

We've got flashlights and batteries

We've got cold cuts from the fridgeLast year about this time

We used to climb up in the branches

Just to sway there in some breeze

Now the cops on the street

They want Cherokee LouisePeople like to talk

Tongues are waggin' over fences

Waggin' over phones

All their doors are locked

God she can't even come to our own house

But I know where she'll goTo the place where you can stand

And press your hands like it was bubble bath

In dust piled high as me, down under the street

My friend poor Cherokee LouiseEver since we turned 13

It's like a minefield walking to the door

Going out you get the 3rd degree

And comin' in you get the 3rd World WarTuesday after school

We put our pennies on the rails

And when the train went by

We were jumpin' 'round like fools

Goin', "Look, no heads or tails"

Goin', "Look, my lucky prize"She runs home to her foster dad

He opens up a zipper

And he yanks her to her knees

Oh please be here, please

My friend poor Cherokee LouiseCherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel

In the Broadway Bridge

We're crawling on our knees

I've got Archie and Silver Screen

I know where she isThe place where you can stand

And press your hands like it was bubble bath

In dust piled high as me, down under the street

My friend poor Cherokee Louise, oh Cherokee LouiseCherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise

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