Nazareth - Alcatraz Lyrics

Now lay me down on Market Street
I'm lookin' for some spare change
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 beads
Local chief's on the radio
He's got some hungry mouths to feed
Goin' back to 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
I'm allowed to plow a field
It's not the life for a nineteen seventy
Indian boy to do

I'm goin' back to Alcatraz

Lay me down on Market Street
I'm lookin' for some spare change
The 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 beads
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 beads
Local chief's on the radio
He's got some hungry mouths to feed

Goin' back to Alcatraz
Goin' back to Alcatraz