Now lay me down on market street I'm lookin' for some spare change A coast guard ship has been lookin' for me I might have to change the name Here comes Uncle Sam again With the same old bag of beans Local chief's on the radio He's got some hungry mouths to feed Goin back to Alcatraz Standing down on the highway Of hundred and one ways to go Solitary is so confinin' To the legend of Geronimo I know how to bring the rain I used to dance for ABC All the braves down on death row Are pretending to be free Back home in Alcatraz In the land of the great white father My American blood runs cold From my home in Oklahoma To the Everglades, I go It's just the wings on the silver cars And I'm allowed to [Incomprehensible] field Not the life for a nineteen seventy Indian boy to do I'm goin' back to Alcatraz Lay me on the market street I'm lookin' for some spare change And the coast guard ship's been lookin' for me And I might have to change the name Here comes Uncle Sam again With the same old bag of beans Local chief's on the radio He's got some hungry mouths to feed Back home in Alcatraz
