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 to war They called him Chief 'cause he was Indian It was a name they said behind his back In the summer he'd march without any shoes Till 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 them what to say It's a hell of a life but it's somebody's life Up and down the street all day Honey, I've been put through the paces Running like a dog on a track The wheels keep it going as fast as you get there But 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 a bed all day Yeah, lie in a big bed all day Her hands wouldn't work the machinery ‘Cause her brain tells them what to say It's a hell of a life but it's somebody's life Up and down the street all day But 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 laugh, 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