One Time One Night - Charlie Musselwhite

A wise man was telling stories to me About the places he had been to And the things that he had seen

A quiet voice is singing something to me An age old song about the home of the brave

In this land here of the free

One time one night in America

A lady dressed in white with the man she loved

Standing along the side of their pickup truck

A shot rang out in the night

Just when everything seemed right

Another headline written down in America

The guy that lived next door in #305

Took the kids to the park and disappeared

About half past nine

Who will ever know

How much she loved them so That dark night alone in America

A quiet voice is singing something to me An age old song about the home of the brave

In this land here of the free

One time one night in America

Four small boys playing ball in a parking lot

A preacher, a teacher, and the other became a cop

A car skidded into the rain

Making the last little one a saint

One more light goes out in America

A young girl tosses a coin in the wishing well

She hopes for a heaven while for her

There’s just this hell

She gave away her life

To become somebody’s wife

Another wish unanswered in America

People having so much faith

Die too soon while all the rest come late

We write a song that no one sings

On a cold black stone

Where a lasting peace will finally bring

The sunlight plays upon my windowpane

I wake up to a world that’s still the same

My father said to be strong

And that a good man could never do wrong

In a dream I had last night in America

A wise man was telling storie to me About the places he had been to And the things that he had seen

A quiet voice is singing something to me An age old song about the home of the brave

In this land here of the free

One time one night in America