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

I don抰 know what I抦 doing that for