Now lay me down on market street I'm lookin' for some spare change Coast guard ship has been lookin' for me And I might have to change my name Here comes Uncle Sam again With the same old bag of beans The local chief's on the radio He's got some hungry mouths to feed Goin' back to Alcatraz
In the land of the great white father My American blood runs cold I left my home in Oklahoma To the Everglades I go It's just the wings on the silver cars I'm allowed to plow field That's not the life for a nineteen seventy Indian boy to do I'm goin' back to Alcatraz
Lay me down on market street I'm lookin for some spare change The coast guard ship has been lookin' for me Might have to change my 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
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 Goin back to Alcatraz