Allende - Christy Moore

The nighthawk flies and the owl cries as we’re driving down the road

Listening to the music on the all night radio show

The announcer comes on says if you’ve got ideas I’ll file the patent for you

What’s an idea if it’s not in the store makin' a buck or two

We drive to the town but the shutters are down and the all-night restaurant’s

closed

Its the land of the free, we've got booze and T.V. and there’s tramps in the

telephone booths

The stars and th trees and the early Spring breeze say forgt what assassins

have done

Take our good soil in the palm of your hands and wait for tomorrows sun

It’s a long way from the heartlands to Santiago bay

Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes

And the bullets read U.S. of A

A truck driver’s wife she leads a rough life he spends his life on the road

Carrying the goods all the copper and wood that’s what makes America great

But the dollars like swallows they fly to the South where they know they’ve got

something to gain

Allende is killed, and the trucks are soon rolling again

The nighthawk flies and the owl it cries as we’re driving down the road

The full moon reveals all the houses and fields where good people do what

they’re told

Victor Jara he lies with coins in his eyes there’s no one around him to mourn

Who needs a poet who won’t take commands who’d rather make love then war

It’s a long way from the heartlands to Santiago bay

Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes

And the bullets read U.S. of A