The nighthawk flies and the owl cries As we're driving down the road Listening to the music on the all night radio show And 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 freedom We've got booze and TV There's tramps in the telephone booths But the stars and the trees and the early Spring breeze Say, "Forget what assassins have done Take our good soil in the palm of your hand And wait for tomorrows sun" It's a long way from the heartland To Santiago Bay Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes And the bullets read: "USA" A truck driver's wife, she has a rough life He spends his time down 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 It's a long way from the heartland To Santiago Bay Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes And the bullets read: "USA" And the nighthawk flies and the owl 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 And 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 than war? It's a long way from the heartland To Santiago Bay Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes And the bullets read: "U.S. of A." And the bullets read: "U.S. of A."