God bless you, Dwight D. Eisenhower As I stand next to the truck stop shower Watching our bright destiny unfold Now your highway moves from here to gone This land we've laid out hands upon And sir, it is a sight just to behold Oh God bless you, Dwight D. Eisenhower Though this is not our finest hour Highwaymen have made off with your creed And now the band is marching, no matter what The eyes of history are shut This is the hour of our deepest need Oh, and the wind howls Mmm, and the wind howls Oh the wind howls, through the fields of Abilene So God bless you, Dwight D. Eisenhower As now the youth in all their flower Hang on the iron cross you warned us of And they say you wept to hang them slow And you among us all might know These things it seems we sometimes do for love Oh these things we do for love Oh, and the wind howls Mmm, and the wind howls Oh the wind howls through the fields of Abilene Mmm, and the wind howls Oh, and the wind howls Oh the wind howls through the fields of Abilene