text: Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
  In the Broadway bridge 
  Were crawling on our knees
  Weve got flashlights and batteries
  Weve 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 cant even come to our house
  But I know where shell 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
  Its 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
  Were crawling on our knees
  Weve 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