[Verse 1]
Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
In the Broadway bridge
We are 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 the breeze
Now the cops on the street
They want Cherokee Louise
[Verse 2]
People like to talk
Tongues are wagging over fences
Wagging over their phones (Cherokee Louise)
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 we can stand
And press our hands like it was bubble bath
In dust piled high as me
Down under the street
My friend, oh, Cherokee Louise
[Bridge]
Ever since we turned thirteen
It's like a minefield walking to the door
Going out you get the third degree
And coming in you get the Third World War
Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
In the Broadway bridge
We are 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 the breeze
Now the cops on the street
They want Cherokee Louise
[Verse 2]
People like to talk
Tongues are wagging over fences
Wagging over their phones (Cherokee Louise)
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 we can stand
And press our hands like it was bubble bath
In dust piled high as me
Down under the street
My friend, oh, Cherokee Louise
[Bridge]
Ever since we turned thirteen
It's like a minefield walking to the door
Going out you get the third degree
And coming in you get the Third World War
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