Tom: B
Introdução:
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 C
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
Am C
Of better men cause I'll ride again
I am a river gambler, I make a livin' dealin' cards
C G
We are heroes 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
F G
Our memories live on in mortal minds
Am C
And poets pens we'll ride again
I am a mid-west farmer, I make a livin' off the land