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 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 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 thirteen it s like a minefield walking to the door going out to get your 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 rolled by we were jumpin round like fools going look no heads or tails going look my lucky prize  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 i ve got archie and silver screen 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 poor cherokee louise oh cheeroke louise poor cherokee louise cherokee louise cherokee louise
['canadian singer-songwriter', 'folk', 'folk rock', 'singer-songwriter']