Chief

Chief had been out of the army For fifteen 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'd march without any shoes Until the soles of his feet turned black Till the soles of his feet turned black His hands wouldn't work the machinery 'Cause his brain told him what to say It's a hell of a life but it's somebody's 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't ever get to go back I don't really know what I'm 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't work the machinery 'Cause his brain tells him what to say It's a hell of a life but it's somebody's life Up and down the street all day Well I wish that you could see me When I'm 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'm still marching up and down that street I don't know what I'm doing that for I don't know what I'm doing that for I don't know what I'm doing that for