AMERICAN BLUES                                                       
 

                                             Words & Music               
                                     Stephen Ray Willoughby © 1992 BMI
                                        


Day after day we muddle through, trying so hard for the red, white and blue.
With stars in our eyes, dreams in our heart, till some politician tears those dreams apart.

Our fore-fathers they took a stand, fought for freedom in this brave new land.
But some how, some way, screwed up the plan.
Let it all slip away, right through their greedy little hands.

So I tell you people, gotta be something we can do.
To chase away these “AMERICAN BLUES”
Get back to our families, back to our roots;
I’m talkin’ bout me, yeah I’m talking about you.

You see them on the street, with sad hollow eyes.
Sometimes all they get to eat, is empty alibi’s.
With nowhere to turn, and nowhere to go.
Seems the American Dream, left them busted broke and cold.

Lost the farm, lost the house, losing their hope
and finding their doubt.
Livin’ in cars, in cardboard towns.
Till city hall, decides to burn em’ all down.

So tell me Mr. President, can you show some guts & heart
And lead this GREAT COUNTRYback out of the dark.
Put jobs back in our factories, faith back in our schools
One nation under god, LIVIN’ BY THE GOLDEN RULE

So please Mr. President, can you take a stand.
And put the word “PROMISE” back into this promise land.
So we’ll never again, have to sing ……
THE AMERICAN BLUES…