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'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 its 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 its 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