Now lay me down on market street. I’m lookin’ for some spare change. A coast guard ship has been lookin’ for me. And I might have to change my name. Here comes Uncle Sam again with the same old bag of beans. The local chief’s on the radio. He’s got some hungry mouths to feed. Goin back to Alcatraz. Lay me back down here on the highway. One hundred and one ways to go. Solitary is so confinin’. To the legend of Geronimo. Oh I know I could bring the rain. Used to dance for ABC. And all the braves down on death row. Are pretending to be free. Back home in Alcatraz. In the land of the great white father. My American blood runs cold. I left my home in Oklahoma. To the Everglades I go. It’s just the wings on the silver cars. And I’m allowed to plow a field. It’s not the life for a nineteen seventy. (What's an)Indian boy to do. Goin’ back to Alcatraz. Lay me down on market street. I’m lookin for some spare change. A coast guard ship has been lookin’ for me. Might have to change my 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 Alcatraz. 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 Alcatraz. Goin back to Alcatraz. Goin back to Alcatraz. Goin back to Alcatraz. Goin back to Alcatraz. Goin back to Alcatraz. Goin back to Alcatraz. Goin back to Alcatraz.