Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel

in the Broadway bridge

we are crawling on our knees

we've got flashlights and batteries

we got cold cuts from our 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

they're waggin' on the 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 bubble bath

in dust piled high as me

down under the street

my friend Cherokee Louise



Ever since we turned 13

it's like a minefield

walking to the door

going out to get your 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 rolled by

we were jumpin' round like fools

going "Look no heads or tails"

going "Look my lucky price"



Then she runs home to her foster dad

he open up his zipper

and he yanks her to her knees

Oh please be here - please

my friend Cherokee Louise



Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel

in the Broadway bridge

we're crawling on our knees

we've got comics and magazines

I know where she is



She's in 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 Cherokee Louise



Oh Cheeroke Louise, poor Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise, Cherokee Louise