Lyrics American Remains - Live From Jills Veranda / 2015 - Jill Johnson , ADL
I
am
a
shotgun
rider,
For
the
San
Jacinto
line,
The
desert
is
my
brother,
My
skin
is
cracked
and
dry.
I
was
ridin'
on
a
folk
coach
And
everything
was
fine,
Till
we
took
a
shorter
road
To
save
some
time.
The
bandits
only
fired
once,
They
shot
me
in
the
chest.
They
may
have
wounded
me
but,
They'll
never
get
the
best
Of
better
men.
'Cause
I'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.
We
are
heroes
of
the
homeland,
American
remains.
We
live
in
many
faces
and
answer
many
names.
We
will
not
be
forgotten,
we
won't
be
left
behind.
Our
memories
live
on
in
mortal
minds
And
poets
pens.
We'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,
An'
poisened
my
existence
with
his
deeds.
Nature
is
our
mother,
We
are
sucklins
at
her
breast.
And
he
who
tries
to
beat
her
down,
Will
lose
her
to
the
rest.
They'll
never
win.
I'll
ride
again.
We
are
heroes
of
the
homeland,
American
remains.
We
live
in
many
faces
and
answer
many
names.
We
will
not
be
forgotten,
we
won't
be
left
behind.
Our
memories
live
on
in
mortal
minds
and
poets
pens.
We'll
ride
again.
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