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 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

Cherokee Louise

All their doors are locked

God, she can't even come to our house

But I know where she'll go

Cherokee Louise

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 thirteen

It's like a minefield, walking to the door

Going out you get the third degree

And comin' in you get the third world war

Tuesday after school, we put our pennies on the rails

And when the train went by

Cherokee Louise

We were jumpin' 'round like fools

Going, "Look, no heads or tails"

Going, "Look, my lucky prize"

Cherokee Louise

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

Cherokee Louise

We're crawling on our knees

I've got Archie and Silver Screen

I know where she is

Cherokee Louise

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

Oh, Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise