Los Lobos - One Time One Night Lyrics
A wise man was telling stories to meabout the places he had been to and the things that he had seenA quiet voice is singing something to meAn age old song 'bout the home of the brave and this land here of the free,One time one night in AmericaA lady dressed in white with the man she lovesStanding along the side of their pick up truckA shot rang out in the nightJust when everything seemed rightAnother headline written down in AmericaThe guy that lived next door in three oh fivetook the kids to the park and disappeared 'bout half past nineWho will ever know how much she loved them soThat dark night alone in AmericaA quiet voice is singing something to meAn age old song 'bout the home of the brave and this land here of the free,One time one night in AmericaFour small boys playing ball in the parking lotA preacher, a teacher, and the other became a copA car skidded into the rainMaking the last little one a saintOne more light goes out in AmericaA young girl tosses a coin in the wishing wellShe hopes for a heaven while for her there's just this hellShe gave away her life to become somebody's wifeAnother wish unanswered in AmericaPeople having so much faithDie too soon while all the rest come lateWe write a song that no one singsOn a cold black stone where a lasting peace will finally bringThe sunlight plays upon my window paneI wake up to a world that's still the sameMy father said to be strongThat a good man could never do wrongIn a dream I had last night in AmericaA wise man was telling stories to meabout the places he had been to and the things that he had seenA quiet voice is singing something to meAn age old song 'bout the home of the brave and this land here of the free,One time one night in AmericaOne time one night in AmericaOne time one night in America
