| Chief had been out of the army
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| For fifteen years or more
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| He was still marching up and down that street
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| Just like he was a walking to war
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| They called him Chief 'cause he was Indian
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| It was a name they said behind his back
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| In the summer he’d march without any shoes
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| Till the soles of his feet turned black
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| Till the soles of his feet turned black
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| His hands wouldn’t work the machinery
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| ‘Cause his brain told them what to say
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| It’s a hell of a life but it’s somebody’s life
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| Up and down the street all day
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| Honey, I’ve been put through the paces
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| Running like a dog on a track
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| The wheels keep it going as fast as you get there
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| But you don’t ever get to go back
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| I don’t really know what I’m doing
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| Just watching myself in some play
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| And the actress looks like she wants to go home
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| And lie in a bed all day
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| Yeah, lie in a big bed all day
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| Her hands wouldn’t work the machinery
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| ‘Cause her brain tells them what to say
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| It’s a hell of a life but it’s somebody’s life
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| Up and down the street all day
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| But I wish that you could see me
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| When I’m flying in my dreams
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| The way I laugh there way up high
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| The way I look when I fly
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| The way I laugh, the way I fly
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| Chief got out of the army
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| Jesus went to live with the poor
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| I’m still marching up and down that street
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| I don’t know what I’m doing that for
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| I don’t know what I’m doing that for
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| I don’t know what I’m doing that for |