Cherokee Louise - Cristina Branco

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 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

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

Cherokee louise

Cherokee louise

Cherokee louise