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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. CHORUS: 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. CHORUS
