Chief had been out of the army For 15 years or more He was still marching up and down that street Just like he was a-walking a war They called him the chief because he was Indian It was a name they said behind his back In the summer he抎 march without any shoes Until the soles of his feet turned black 憈ill the soles of his feet turned black
His hands wouldn抰 work the machinery Cause his brain told him what to say It抯 a hell of a life But its somebody抯 life Up and down the street all day
Honey have a look at the places Like a dog running on a track The wheels keep on going as fast as you get there You don抰 ever get to go back I don抰 really know what I抦 doing Just watching myself in some play And the actress looks like she wants to go home And lie in bed all day Yeah lie in a big bed all day
Her hands wouldn抰 work the machinery Cause his brain tells him what to say It抯 a hell of a life But its somebody抯 life Up and down the street all day
Well I wish that you could see me when I抦 flying in my dreams The way I laugh there way up high The way I look when I fly The way I live The way I fly
Chief got out of the army Jesus went to live with the poor I抦 still marching up and down that street I don抰 know what I抦 doing that for I don抰 know what I抦 doing that for