Johnny Cash – American Remains (Guitar)

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I am a shotgun rider for the San Jacinto line

       C                                          G
The desert is my brother, my skin is cracked and dry

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I was riding on a folk coach, and everything was fine

C                                    G
Till we took a shorter road to save some time

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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.

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I am a river gambler, I make a livin`dealin cards

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My clothes are smooth and honest, my heart is cold and hard

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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

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

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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

F                                        C
The bank man says he likes me, but there?s nothing he can do

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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