Alcatraz Lyrics - Nazareth

Now lay me down on market street 

I'm lookin' for some spare change 

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 

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 field 

That'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 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