Christy Moore - Allende lyrics

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 TV and there’s
Tramps in the telephone booths
The stars and thе trees and the early Spring
Breeze say forgеt 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 US 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 US of A