Laying down on market street and
Begging for some spare change
Coast guard ship has been looking for me
I might have to change the name
Here comes Uncle Sam again with the
Same old bag of beads
Local chief's on the radio, he's got
Some hungry mouths to feed
Going back to Alcatraz
Standing down on the highway
101 ways to go
Solitary soul confined
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 of Oklahoma
To the everglades, I’m told
Just a rerun to sell the cars
Not a lot but so it’s true
Not a lot for a 1970 indian boy to do
I'm going back to Alcatraz
Laying down on market street and
Begging for some spare change
Coast guard ship has been looking for me
I might have to change the name
Here comes Uncle Sam again with the
Same old bag of beads
Local chief's on the radio, he's got
Some hungry mouths to feed
Back home to Alcatraz