Nazareth - Alcatraz

Now lay me down on Market Street,
I'm looking for some spare change.
A Coast Guard ship has been looking for me,
And I might have to change the name.

He comes up on Sam again with the same old bag of beans
The local chief's on the radio He's got some altering mouths to feed
Who met you Alcatraz?
Lay me back down here on the highway One hundred and one ways to go

Solitary and so confined To the legend of Geronimo
I know I can bring the rain Who's the dance floor EBC?
And all the freaks down on dance floor Are pretending to be me
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 a silver car's Anomaly to fly a field
It's not the life for a 1970s Indian boy to do

I'm going back to Alcatraz
I'm going back to Alcatraz
I'm going back to Alcatraz
Lay me down on Market Street I'm looking for some spell chain

The Coast Guard ship has been looking for me And I might have to change the name
He comes up on Sam again with the same old bag of beans
The punk chief's on the radio He's got some hunger and nasty feet
I'm going back to Alcatraz

He comes up on Sam again with the same old bag of beans
The punk chief's on the radio He's got some hunger and nasty feet
I'm going back to Alcatraz
I'm going back to Alcatraz
I'm going back to Alcatraz
I'm going back to Alcatraz