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Am                                        F 
I am a shotgun rider for the San Jacinto line 
       C                                          G 
The desert is my brother, my skin is cracked and dry 
   Am                                           F 
I was riding on a folk coach, and everything was fine 
C                                    G 
Til we took a shorter road to save some time 
         F                                       Am 
The bandits only fired once, they shot me in the chest 
C                                                    G 
They  may have wounded me, but they`ll never get the best 
          F7M                Am 
Of better men, cause I`ll ride again 


Am                                             F 
I am a river gambler, I make a livin` dealin` cards 
C                                                        G 
My clothes are smooth and honest, my heart is cold and hard 
Am                                              F 
I was shufflin` for some delta boys on the boat for New Orelans 
C                                    G 
I was the greatest shark they`d ever seen 
F                                        Am 
But the Captain bumped a sandbar, and an ace fell from my sleeve 
C                                            G 
The threw me overboard as I swore I didn`t cheat 
          F7M                 Am 
But I could swim, and I`ll ride again 


C                                       G 
We are heros of the homeland, American remains 
F                               Am 
We live in many faces and answer many names 
      C                                     G 
We will not be forgotten, we won`t be left behind 
 Dm                                G 
Our memories live on in mortal minds 
          F7M              Am 
And poet`s pens, we`ll ride again 


Am                                               F 
I am a mid-west farmer, I make a livin` off the land 
 C                                           G 
I ride a John Deer tractor, I am a liberated man 
Am                                              F 
But the rain it hasn`t fallen, since the middle of July 
C                                       G 
And if it don`t come soon my crops will die 
F                                        Am 
The bank man says he likes me, but there`s nothin` he can do 
C                                                       G 
He tells me that he`s comin`, but the clouds are comin` too 
             F7M                Am 
He ain`t my friend, and I`ll ride again 


Am                                   F 
I am an American Indian, my tribe is Cherokee 
       C                                              G 
My forefathers loves this land, they left it here for me 
        Am                                              F 
But the white man came with boats and trains and dirty factories 
C                                    G 
And poisoned my existence with his deeds 
F                                        Am 
Nature is our mother, we are suckling at her breast 
C                                                       G 
And he who tries to beat her down will lose her to the rest 
            F7M              Am 
They`ll never win, I`ll ride again 


C                                       G 
We are heros of the homeland, American remains 
F                               Am 
We live in many faces and answer many names 
      C                                         G 
We will not be forgotten, we won`t be left behind 
        Dm                            G 
Our memories live on in mortal minds 
           F7M               Am 
And poet`s pens, we`ll ride again