Joni Mitchell — Cherokee Louise
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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 13
it's like a minefield
walking to the door
going out to get your 3rd degree
and comin' in you get the 3rd 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 Cherokee Louise
Oh Cheeroke Louise, poor Cherokee Louise
Cherokee Louise, Cherokee Louise
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 13
it's like a minefield
walking to the door
going out to get your 3rd degree
and comin' in you get the 3rd 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 Cherokee Louise
Oh Cheeroke Louise, poor Cherokee Louise
Cherokee Louise, Cherokee Louise
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Great song but much prefer the original on "Night Ride Home" to this over-orchestrated version.
Not a popular choice here...but was this any worse than "My Name is Luka" or "Birthday" by the Sugarcubes? How do you handle an awful subject like child abuse and rape in the small world of pop music?
Beautiful music but a bit restrained--yes, like a soundtrack.
Amazing how much Joni's voice has changed over the years. When she started out, it was like blinding sunshine or tea with too much sugar and lemon.
Beautiful music but a bit restrained--yes, like a soundtrack.
Amazing how much Joni's voice has changed over the years. When she started out, it was like blinding sunshine or tea with too much sugar and lemon.
"So she runs home to her foster dad, and he opens up his zipper..."
what a sad, weird, meandering song wrapped up in a bad movie sountrack.
I have a more up tempo version of this song I like better.
My, wasn't that (un)pleasant.