Cherokee Girlby Charles de Lint |
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Coyote's in the wash, you know he never gets stuck he drives a battered old '57 pickup truck Cherokee girl's sitting right by his side she's got straw-gold hair, she gives a prayer to the sky singing hey ya, hey ya, hey ya up in the Rincons, back in some canyon there's a mesquite fire and the people are gathering rattlesnake rattle shake, stick on drum and the Cherokee girl leads them in her song singing hey ya, hey ya, hey ya refrain: there are four directions, only one creator call him what you want, you know it doesn't matter there's only one thing you've got to remember everything in this world is a brother or sister hey ya, hey ya, hey ya the red-tailed hawk, he's a brujo man he's got a word or two about the care of the land but nobody's listening, they don't understand they just see a hawk, they don't see the man singing hey ya, hey ya, hey ya oh the aunts and uncles watch over the fire while the people let the flames build higher and higher inside the lodge steam jumps from the rocks and the Cherokee girl sings about the hawk singing hey ya, hey ya, hey ya refrain: down along the river where the sycamores grow see the red rocks rise, hear the song of the crow she's got desert in her heart, so deep and old but the Cherokee girl's got a sycamore soul singing hey ya, hey ya, hey ya Coyote's in the wash, you know he never gets stuck he drives a battered old '57 pickup truck Jackrabbit's sitting in the shotgun seat tapping her foot to a Cherokee beat singing hey ya, hey ya, hey ya | ||||||||
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