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
Chorus:
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
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
Chorus:
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