Cherokee

Kept my horse tied to the Spanish ruin 
Evenings we would climb 
Up that Steep incline 
Ghost of injuns ask me how you doin' 
I say doin' fine 
Can't you read my mind 
Read my mind


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From the hills of Santa Barbara 
Hills high above the harbor 
Me and old Cherokee 
We were one with one another

Used to pass the wise and ancient priest 
Smilin' adobe smile 
And waived as we rode by 
Old movie stars that fell down from the screen 
Found a place to hide 
From Hollywood and Vine 
Wood and Vine

Chorus

Nowadays time flies by like a witch's broom 
There's just no time left 
For me myself 
But I still find I have a child's eyeview 
When I'm by myself 
Up there on the cliff 
On a cliff

Chorus

When I left my memory wander 
Back to old Santa Barbara 
Me and old Cherokee 
We're one with one another 
and always will be