Song - American Blend

Guy bumps into me at the bar
Sharp elbows
Who knows
Whether I get back to my car
Hey buddy, I’ll buy you a beer
Let’s just talk
I’ll be shocked
If we don’t end up laughin’ here
When it all ends
This American blend

I got a buddy from high school
He’s all MAGA
Sends his flag up
If you don’t agree, you’re a fool
Another buddy is a Dem
Way back in the years
We were the Three Musketeers
It was just us against them
‘Til the end
This American blend

It’s not a red state or blue state
It’s a me-and-you state
Feel the love, ditch the hate
You wanna yell, but it can wait
Just talk about it
No need to shout it
There’s never a dead end
With this American blend

At the soccer field, it ain’t bliss
Got yer rhetoric
Aw, the heck with it
But does it have to be like this?
We’re both workin’ hard and survivin’
My daughter passes to yours
Your daughter scores

Wouldn’t you know, we’re high-fivin’
You can’t defend
This American blend

It’s not a red state or blue state
It’s a me-and-you state
Feel the love, ditch the hate
You wanna yell, but it can wait
Just talk about it
No need to shout it
There’s never a dead end
With this American blend

It wasn’t our guns that made us strong
It was our words, all along
We knew how to load all those rounds
But we also knew when to put them down
There’s this little bar at the Mason-Dixon line
It’s open all night tonight
As long as you and I just try
To be wise, and to be kind

It’s not a red state or blue state
It’s a me-and-you state
Feel the love, ditch the hate
You wanna yell, but it can wait

Just talk about it
No need to shout it
There’s never a dead end
With this American blend

Yea, the whole world depends
On this American blend
We can still be friends
In this American blend
We just have to ascend
To the American blend
If we let ourselves bend
We can keep this American blend

This American blend
This American blend
This American blend

CREDITS:

Lyrics: Terry Breakman
©2026 Terry Breakman