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C                             
The nighthawk flies and the owl 
cries as we're driving down the 
  G
road.
Am               Em           F 
Listening to the music on the 
              G
all night radio show,
C                            
The announcer comes on says if 
you've got ideas I'll file the 
             G
patent for you,
Am                     Em        
What's an idea if it's not in the
       G                C
 store makin' a buck or two.


C                          
We drive to the town but the 
shutters are down and the all-night 
               G
restaurant's closed
Am                                
It's the land of the free, we've 
   Em                     F  
got booze and TV & there's 
                     G
tramps in the telephone booths.
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C                             
The stars and the trees and the 
early Spring breeze say forget what 
                 G
assassins have done,
Am                        Em     
Take our good soil in the palm of
                G                  
 your hands and wait for tomorrow's
 C
 sun.

Chorus

       F    G            C       
It's a long way from the 
   F        G
heartlands to Santiago bay
Am                              
Where the good doctor lies with 
Em                        F       
blood in his eyes and the bullets 
G          C
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C                                 
A truck driver's wife she leads a 
rough life he spends his life on the
 G
 road.
Am                         Em    
Carrying the goods all the copper
                 F                 
 and wood that's what makes America
 G
 great,
C                                 
But the dollars like swallows they
 fly to the South where they know 
                         G
they've got something to gain,
Am           Em            G    
Allende is killed, and the 
                   C
trucks are soon rolling again.

C                                 
The nighthawk flies and the owl it
 cries as we're driving down the 
G
road,
Am                            Em 
The full moon reveals all the 
                     F             
houses and fields where good people
              G
 do what they're told,
C                                 
Victor Jara he lies with coins in 
his eyes there's no one around him 
   G
to mourn,
Am                   Em      
Who needs a poet who won't take 
                  G                
commands who'd rather make love 
     C
then war.

       F    G            C       
It's a long way from the 
   F        G
heartlands to Santiago bay
Am                              
Where the good doctor lies with 
Em                        F       
blood in his eyes and the bullets 
G          C
read US of A