The Highwaymen - American remains

^AmI am a shotgun rider for the San Jacinto l^Fine The des^Cert is my brother, my skin is cracked and d^Gry I w^Amas riding on a folk coach, and everything was^F fine ^CTil we took a shorter road to save so^Gme time The bandi^Fts only fired once, they shot me in the ^Cchest ^CThey may have wounded me, but they`ll never get the <sup>G</sup>best Fmaj7 . Am Of better men, cause I`ll ride again.

^AmI am a river gambler, I make a livin` dealin` c^Fards ^CMy clothes are smooth and honest, my heart is cold and ha^Grd ^AmI was shufflin` for some delta boys on the boat <sup>F</sup>for New Orelans <sup>C</sup>I was the greatest shark they`d ever ^Gseen ^FBut the Captain bumped a sandbar, and an ^Cace fell from my sleeve ^CThe threw me overboard as I swore I didn`t ch<sup>G</sup>eat But I coul<sup>Fmaj7</sup>d swim, and I`ll ride ^Amagain

^CWe are heros of the homeland, American r^Gemains ^FWe live in many faces and answer^Am many names We wil^Cl not be forgotten, we won`t be left b<sup>G</sup>ehind O<sup>F</sup>ur memories live on in mortal min<sup>G</sup>ds And poet`s^Fmaj7 pens, we`ll ride a^Amgain

^AmI am a mid-west farmer, I make a livin` off the l<sup>F</sup>and I<sup>C</sup> ride a John Deer tractor, I am a liberated <sup>G</sup>man <sup>Am</sup>But the rain it hasn`t fallen, since the middle ^Fof July ^CAnd if it don`t come soon my crops will <sup>G</sup>die <sup>F</sup>The bank man says he likes me, but there`^Cs nothin` he can do <sup>C</sup>He tells me that he`s comin`, but the clouds are comin` ^Gtoo He ain`t my f<sup>Fmaj7</sup>riend, and I`ll ride ^Amagain.

^AmI am an American Indian, my tribe is ^FCherokee My fore^Cfathers loves this land, they left it here for ^Gme But the ^Amwhite man came with boats and trains and dirty f^Factories ^CAnd poisoned my existence with his de^Geds ^FNature is our mother, we are suckling at ^Cher breast ^CAnd he who tries to beat her down will lose her to the r^Gest They`ll neve<sup>Fmaj7</sup>r win, I`ll ride ag^Amain

^CWe are heros of the homeland, American r^Gemains ^FWe live in many faces and answer^Am many names We wil^Cl not be forgotten, we won`t be left behin<sup>G</sup>d Our memo<sup>F</sup>ries live on in mortal minds <sup>G</sup> And poet`s ^Fmaj7pens, we`ll ride aga^Amin