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