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 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 it's 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 it's 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