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American Remains

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Verse 
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     
Till 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    
Of better men, cause I'll ride again.    
Verse    
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 shuffling` for some delta boys on the boat for New Orelans    
C                                                                                                G     
I was the greatest shark they'd ever seen    
F                                                                                                          C     
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    
                     Am    
But I could swim, and I'll ride again    
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    
And poets pens, we'll ride again    
Verse    
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    
Verse    
F                                                                                                          C     
The bank man says he likes me, but there's nothing he can do    
C                                                                                                                                                  G     
He tells me that he's comin`, but the clouds are comin` too    
                                          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                                                                                                          C     
Nature is our mother, we are suckling at her breast    
C                                                                                                                                                G     
And he who try to beat her down will lose her to the rest    
                                     Am    
They'll never win, I'll ride again    
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    
And poets pens we'll ride again    
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    
And poets pens we'll ride again