| I am a shotgun rider,
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| For the San Jacinto line,
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| The desert is my brother,
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| My skin is cracked and dry.
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| I was ridin' on a folk coach
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| And everything was fine,
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| Till we took a shorter road to save some time.
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| The bandits only fired once,
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| They shot me in the chest.
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| They may have wounded me but,
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| They’ll never get the best
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| Of better men.
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| 'Cause I’ll ride again.
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| I am a river gambler,
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| I make a livin' dealin' cards.
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| My clothes are smooth and honest,
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| My heart is cold and hard.
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| I was shufflin' for some delta boys,
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| On a boat for New Orleans,
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| I was the greatest shark they’d ever seen.
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| But the captain bumped a sandbar,
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| And an ace fell from my sleeve.
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| They threw me overboard,
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| As I swore I didn’t cheat.
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| But I could swim.
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| And I’ll ride again.
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| We are heroes of the homeland, American remains.
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| We live in many faces and answer many names.
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| We will not be forgotten, we won’t be left behind.
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| Our memories live on in mortal minds and poets pens.
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| We’ll ride again.
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| I am a mid-west farmer,
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| I make a livin' off the land,
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| I ride a John Deere tractor,
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| I’m a liberated man.
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| But the rain it hasn’t fallen,
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| Since the middle of July,
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| And if it don’t come soon my crops will die.
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| The bank man says he likes me,
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| But there’s nothin' he can do.
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| He tells me that he’s comin',
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| But the clouds are comin' too.
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| He ain’t my friend.
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| And I’ll ride again.
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| I am an American Indian,
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| My tribe is Cherokee.
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| My forefathers loved this land.
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| They left it here for me.
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| But the white man came with boats,
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| And trains and dirty factories,
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| An' poisened my existence with his deeds.
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| Nature is our mother,
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| We are sucklin’s at her breast.
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| And he who trys to beat her down,
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| Will lose her to the rest.
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| They’ll never win.
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| I’ll ride again.
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| We are heroes of the homeland, American remains.
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| We live in many faces and answer many names.
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| We will not be forgotten, we won’t be left behind.
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| Our memories live on in mortal minds and poets pens. |