Push for PORTER

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: "U.S. of A"

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: "U.S. of A"

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."