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