Cherokee Louise (Show Luz do Solo)

Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
In the Broadway bridge
We're crawling on our knees
We got flashlights and batteries
We got cold it's cut 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 poor 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
Look 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
They want poor Cherokee Louise

Ever since we turned 13
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
Jumpin' round like fools
Goin', "Look, no hands 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
I've got Archie and Silver Screen
I know where she is

The place where you can stand
And press your hands like it was bubble bath
In dust piled high as me
Oh, please be here please
My friend
Poor Cherokee Louise
Cherokee Louise
Cherokee Louise
Oh, my poor Cherokee Louise
My poor Cherokee Louise