American Remains

Capo 1

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


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I am a river gambler, I make a 
livin' dealin' cards
My clothes are smooth and honest, my
 heart is cold and hard
I was shufflin' for some delta boys 
on a boat for New Orleans
I was the greatest shark they'd ever
 seen
But the Captain bumped a sandbar, 
and an ace fell from my sleeve
They threw me overboard as I swore I
 didn't cheat
But I could swim and I'll ride 
again.
       C                      
We are heroes of the homeland, 
            G
American remains
   F                      Am
We live in many faces and answer 
many names
   C                               
We will not be forgotten, we won't 
          G
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
I ride a John Deere tractor, I'm a 
liberated man
But the rain it hasn't fallen, since
 the middle of July
And if it don't come soon my crops 
will die
The bank man says he likes me, but 
there's nothin' he can do
He tells me that he's comin' but the
 clouds are comin' too
He ain't my friend and I'll ride 
again


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

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