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

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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