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 
AlcatrazStanding down on the highway
Of hundred and one ways to go
Solitary is so confinin’
To the legend of 
GeronimoI know how to bring the rain
I used to dance for 
ABCAll the braves down on death row
Are pretending to be free
Back home in 
AlcatrazIn the land of the great white father
My American blood runs cold
From my home in 
OklahomaTo the 
Everglades, 
I goIt’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 
AlcatrazLay 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