C G
The nighthawk flies and the owl cries as we’re driving
down the road.
Am Em F G
Listening to the music on the all night radio show,
C G
The announcer comes on says if you’ve got ideas I’ll file
the patent for you,
Am Em F G
What’s an idea if it’s not in the store makin’ a buck or two.
C G
We drive to the town but the shutters are down
and the all-night restaurant’s closed
Am Em F G
It’s the land of the free, we’ve got booze and T.V.
and there’s tramps in the telephone booths.
C G
The stars and the trees and the early Spring breeze
say forget what assassins have done,
Am Em F G
Take our good soil in the palm of your hands and wait
for tomorrows sun.
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F G C
Its a long way from the heartlands
F G
to Santiago bay
Am Em
Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes
F D C A
and the bullets read U.S.of
C G
А truck driver’s wife she leads a rough life he spends his life
on the road.
Am Em F G
Carrying the goods all the copper and wood thats
what makes America great,
C G
But the dollars like swallows they fly to the South
where they know they’ve got something to gain,
Am Em F G
Allende is killed, and the trucks are soon rolling again.
C G
The nighthawk flies and the owl it cries as we’re driving
down the road,
Am Em F G
The full moon reveals all the houses and fields
where good people do what they’re told,
C G
Victor Jara he lies with coins in his eyes there’s
no one around him to mourn,
Am Em F G
Who needs a poet who won’t take commands who’d rather
make love than make war.
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