"I saw my first American
And he looked a lot like me
He had the same farmer's face
Said he'd come from Tennessee
I think that we should forget a war
And let's get out of here
And go and have peaceful talk
Over an ice cold beer
You tell me what it's like at your home
And I'll tell you about my land
We have no reason at all to fight
Let me shake you hand
Nice to meet you,I'm going now
We both have our farms to plow"