The American Patriot Band is more than just a group—it’s a voice for the people. Masked in anonymity, the band represents something far greater than individual identities. Their music is a powerful anthem for freedom, the Constitution, and the real struggles facing everyday Americans. Blending country, rock, rap, pop and unapologetic truth, American Patriot Band delivers hard-hitting songs that speak to the heart of the nation. Their music isn’t about fame—it’s about the message. It’s about standing up, speaking out, and giving a voice to those who refuse to be silenced. Enjoy an sample below of lyrics from the upcoming album.
Boots on the ground, hand on my heart,
When that anthem plays, I do my part.
Damn right I stand, every time I hear that song,
For the ones who fought, for the ones who’ve gone.
You can kneel, you can hate, you won’t break this man
When that flag waves high, damn right I stand.
I’m in love with a crazy bitch,
Hot as fuck and fucked as shit.
She’s got an OMG body that’s built to sin,
And a red neck temper sure to do you in.
She’s a moonshine queen with a stripper’s touch,
A little bit redneck, a whole lotta nuts.
I roll up late in my old truck,
Boots still covered in Saturday’s dust.
Whiskey on my breath, gun on my hip,
But I bow my head when the preacher spits.
I put out my smoke as the choir sings,
A sinner in the pew, wearin’ outlaw rings.
They locked us down, shut our doors,
Said, “Stay inside and trust the lords,”
But them lords ain’t God, they’re crooked men,
Puppets dancin’ for the globalist hand.
Big Tech’s watchin’, takin’ names,
Cancel culture’s playin’ games,
They killin’ truth with every vote,
And leavin’ us peasants with no hope.
Nomads wandered, wild and free,
No borders no cities just destiny.
As blood was spilled, tribes torn apart,
Stories carved in stone with a broken heart. It was no man’s land, so a land for all,
New empires raised while old ones fall.
As red blamed white for flags in the sand—
When the truth be told, it was no man’s land.
Rockin’ chairs, sweet tea, and a whole lotta green—
Granny’s got a secret, and it’s the best I’ve seen.
Rows of sticky plants, taller than me—
Turns out, Granny’s got a hell of a green thumb, you see. Grandma’s grow house—who the hell knew?
She’s slangin’ the best from here to Timbuktu.
Forget the bake sale—she’s bakin’ up loud,
If you’re high in this town, it’s ‘cause Granny’s real proud.
My daddy died in ‘Nam, Fighting for Uncle Sam,
He bled out in the jungle, With a rifle in his hand.
He fought for the Stars and Stripes, So we could live free,
Now it’s my turn to carry the torch, For God and liberty. We’re blood red, white, and blue, American made and true, We stand tall, we don’t kneel—
Red, White, and Fuck You!
They’re crawlin’ under fences, runnin’ through the night, Chasin’ dreams in shadows, hidin’ from the light. But freedom ain’t a border, it’s a fight for your own land, Time to man up, time to make a stand. Crawlin’ under Fences won’t fix what’s broke back home, A country strong ain’t built where foreign winds have blown. So rise up, mi hermano, take pride in where you’re from, Another’s dream don’t chase go build your own back home.
Midnight’s thick, shovel in hand, Crickets hummin’—no witness, no stand. Told you once, don’t cross that line,
But you had to push—now you’re outta time. You ran your mouth, played your game, But you didn’t hear karma’s got a new last name. Buried in the back 40—six feet deep, Ain’t nobody here gonna lose no sleep. No judge, no jury, no innocent plea. Just dirt on your bones, and you’re gone from me.
It’s a redneck revolution—stand or get outta the way,
We fight for our freedom, don’t care what you say.
No suits, no kings—just the voice of the land,
We’re takin’ back power with our own damn hands. You call us hicks, but we know who we are—
We don’t kneel to tyrants, we raise our own stars.
Small towns, big pride—ain’t afraid to bleed,
‘Cause liberty’s a battle and we plant that seed.
I was drivin’ down Route 66, dead of night,
Saw a shadow on the road, caught in my lights.
Thumb out, smirk wide, eyes cold as hell—
I pulled over, and I heard his spell. He lit a cigarette, said, “Where you bound?”
Voice like gravel, with death all around.
“Boy, let’s make a deal—one you can’t refuse—
You win tonight, or forever you’ll lose.”
No one wants to say the truth so the story stays a lie. How black created the slave trade. How whites then came to buy. How north killed south in civil war as brothers’ blood they slayed. Creating a never-ending racism, BLM and the KKK. You’re allowed to be black, I’m allowed to be white, It’s wrong when the left always blames the right. By a one-sided story that’s a lie and a sham, Sayin’ all the black problems stem from a white man’s hand.
Coming Soon