Текст песни Cherokee (Live at Berkeley 1971) - Stephen Stills

I would like to a song called Cherokee

In my short time
I've loved, I've shined
And now I find
All my loving just been blind

Southern girl, come on
You and me, babe
Gotta move on

My fortunes mean nothing
And I never cared about fame
But the dark eyed Cherokee
Like the raven, she knows me
Nothin' 'round here get to me
Like the lady from Tennessee
Like the lady from Tennessee

Thank you