Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
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In the Broadway bridge
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We're crawling on our knees
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We've got flashlights and batteries
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We've got cold cuts from the fridge
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Last year about this time
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We used to climb up in the branches
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Just to sway there in some breeze
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Now the cops on the street
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They want Cherokee Louise
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People like to talk
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Tongues are waggin' over fences
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Waggin' over phones
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All their doors are locked
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God she can't even come to our house
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But I know where she'll go
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To the place where you can stand
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And press your hands like it was bubblebath
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In dust piled high as me
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Down under the street
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My friend
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Poor Cherokee Louise
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Ever since we turned 13
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It's like a minefield
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Walking to the door
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Going out you get the 3rd degree
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And comin' in you get the 3rd world war
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Tuesday after school
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We put our pennies on the rails
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And when the train went by
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We were jumpin' round like fools
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Goin' "Look no heads or tails"
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Goin' "Look my lucky prize"
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She runs home to her foster dad
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He opens up a zipper
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And he yanks her to her knees
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Oh please be here-please
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My friend
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Poor Cherokee Louise
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Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
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In the Broadway bridge
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We're crawling on our knees
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We've got Archie and Silver Screen
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I know where she is
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The place where you can stand
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And press your hand like it was bubblebath
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In dust piled high as me
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Down under the street
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My friend
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Poor Cherokee Louise
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Oh Cherokee Louise
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Cherokee Louise
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| Joni Mitchell |
