Cherokee Louise Lyrics - Mitchell Joni

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 fridge 

Last 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 Louise 

People like to talk 

Tongues are waggin' over fences 

Waggin' over phones 

All their doors are locked 

God she can't even come to our house 

But I know where she'll go 

To the place where you can stand 

And press your hands like it was bubblebath 

In dust piled high as me 

Down under the street 

My friend 

Poor Cherokee Louise 

Ever 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 war 

Tuesday 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 Louise 

Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel 

In the Broadway bridge 

We're crawling on our knees 

We've got Archie and Silver Screen 

I know where she is 

The place where you can stand 

And press your hand like it was bubblebath 

In dust piled high as me 

Down under the street 

My friend 

Poor Cherokee Louise 

Oh Cherokee Louise 

1988, 1991 Crazy Crow Music BMI