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