LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCherokee Louise
Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnelIn the Broadway bridgeWe're crawling on our kneesWe've got flashlights and batteriesWe've got cold cuts from the fridgeLast year about this timeWe used to climb up in the branchesJust to sway there in some breezeNow the cops on the streetThey want Cherokee LouisePeople like to talkTongues are waggin' over fencesWaggin' over phonesAll their doors are lockedGod she can't even come to our houseBut I know where she'll goTo the place where you can standAnd press your hands like it was bubblebathIn dust piled high as meDown under the streetMy friendPoor Cherokee LouiseEver since we turned 13It's like a minefieldWalking to the doorGoing out you get the 3rd degreeAnd comin' in you get the 3rd world warTuesday after schoolWe put our pennies on the railsAnd when the train went byWe were jumpin' round like foolsGoin' "Look no heads or tails"Goin' "Look my lucky prize"She runs home to her foster dadHe opens up a zipperAnd he yanks her to her kneesOh please be here-pleaseMy friendPoor Cherokee LouiseCherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnelIn the Broadway bridgeWe're crawling on our kneesWe've got Archie and Silver ScreenI know where she isThe place where you can standAnd press your hand like it was bubblebathIn dust piled high as meDown under the streetMy friendPoor Cherokee LouiseOh Cherokee Louise
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