Capo 1 
 
A5                                       F5  
I am a shotgun rider for the San Jacinto line 
    C5                                            G5 
The desert is my brother, my skin is cracked and dry 
      A5                                        F5  
I was riding on a folk coach and everything was fine 
        C5                                G5 
'Til we took a shorter road to save some time 
    F5                             C5 
The bandits only fired once, they shot me in the chest 
C5                                                  G5  
They may have wounded me but they'll never get the best 
          A5                  C5 
Of better men cause I'll ride again 
 
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. 
       C5                                  G5 
We are heroes of the homeland, American remains 
   F5                      A5 
We live in many faces and answer many names 
   C5                                         G5  
We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind 
    F5                          G5  
Our memories live on in mortal minds 
          A5               C5 
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 
 
Chorus