Christy Moore - Allende

^CThe nighthawk flies and the owl cries as we're driving down the ^Groad. ^AmListening to the ^Emmusic on the ^Fall night radio ^Gshow, ^CThe announcer comes on says if you've got ideas I'll file the patent for ^Gyou, ^AmWhat's an idea if it's ^Emnot in the store ^Gmakin' a buck or ^Ctwo.

^CWe drive to the town but the shutters are down and the all-night restaurant's ^Gclosed ^AmIt's the land of the free, we've got ^Embooze and TV & there's ^Ftramps in the telephone ^Gbooths. ^CThe stars and the trees and the early Spring breeze say forget what assassins have ^Gdone, ^AmTake our good soil in the ^Empalm of your hands and ^Gwait for tomorrow's ^Csun.

It's a ^Flong ^Gway from the ^Cheartlands ^Fto Santia^Ggo bay ^AmWhere the good doctor lies with ^Emblood in his eyes and the ^Fbullets ^Gread US of ^CA

^CA truck driver's wife she leads a rough life he spends his life on the ^Groad. ^AmCarrying the goods all the ^Emcopper and wood that's ^Fwhat makes America ^Ggreat, ^CBut the dollars like swallows they fly to the South where they know they've got something to ^Ggain, ^AmAllende is ki^Emlled, and the ^Gtrucks are soon rolling ^Cagain.

^CThe nighthawk flies and the owl it cries as we're driving down the ^Groad, ^AmThe full moon reveals all the ^Emhouses and fields where ^Fgood people do what they're ^Gtold, ^CVictor Jara he lies with coins in his eyes there's no one around him to ^Gmourn, ^AmWho needs a poet who ^Emwon't take commands who'd ^Grather make love then ^Cwar.

It's a ^Flong ^Gway from the ^Cheartlands ^Fto Santia^Ggo bay ^AmWhere the good doctor lies with ^Emblood in his eyes and the ^Fbullets ^Gread US of ^CA