Cherokee Louise - Joni Mitchell (琼尼·米契儿)

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 wagging over fences

They're wagging over phones

All their doors are locked

God she can't even come to our own 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 you get the third degree

And coming 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 jumping around like fools

Going

Look no heads or tails

Going look my lucky prize

Then 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

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

She is the love 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

Oh Cherokee Louise

Oh Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise