Met a black man down in Memphis with lines on his face that looked like the Mississippi He was the son of a slave, the father of a PhD He'd squint his eyes at the new day sun, spit tobacco from a toothless gum And say "Boys, it's a good day to be free" American faces I have seen, American voices I have listened to They're a lot like me and you They're all red, white or blue American faces I have seen Saw a veteran in a halfway house, a monkey on his back and the whole world on his shoulder On his dresser was a medal and a picture of a long lost friend He'd won a purple heart when he lost his mind but he's kept his dreams since 69 That one day he'll be coming home again American faces I have seen, American voices I have listened to They're a lot like me and you They're all red, white or blue American faces I have seen I knew a waitress on the night shift where eggs and coffee were a part of the uniform Waiting tables all night, taking less than minimum wage She'd wipe her brow with the back of her hands, speak of three good kids and a hard luck man But she swore they were bound for better days American faces I have seen, American voices I have listened to They're a lot like me and you They're all red, white or blue American faces I have seen Yeah, they're a lot like me and you And we're all red, white or blue American faces I have seen