Now lay me down on market street
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I'm begging for some spare change
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A coast guard ship has been lookin' for me
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And I might have to change my name
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Here comes Uncle Sam again with the same old bag of beans
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The local chief's on the radio
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He's got some hungry mouths to feed
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Goin¡¯ back to Alcatraz
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Lay me back down here on the highway
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One hundred and one ways to go
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Solitary is so confinin'
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To the legend of Geronimo
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Oh I know I could bring the rain
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I used to dance for ABC
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And all the braves down on death row
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Are pretending to be free
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Back home in Alcatraz
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In the land of the great white father
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My American blood runs cold
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I left my home in Oklahoma
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To the Everglades I go
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It's just the wings on the silver cars
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And I'm allowed to plow a field
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It's not the life for a nineteen seventy
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(What's an) Indian boy to do
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Goin' back to Alcatraz
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Lay me down on market street
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I'm begging for some spare change
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A coast guard ship has been lookin' for me
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And I might have to change my name
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Here comes Uncle Sam again with the same old bag of beans
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Local chief's on the radio
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He's got some hungry mouths to feed
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Goin' back to Alcatraz
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Here comes Uncle Sam again with the same old bag of beans
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Local chief's on the radio
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He's got some hungry mouths to feed
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Goin back to Alcatraz
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Goin back to Alcatraz
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Goin back to Alcatraz
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Goin back to Alcatraz
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Goin back to Alcatraz
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Goin back to Alcatraz
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Goin back to Alcatraz
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Goin back to Alcatraz
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Alcatraz
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Leon Russell |