American Remains chords

Johnny Cash

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Verse 
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 
 
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 

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