[Johnny Cash]
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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
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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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[Waylon Jennings]
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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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[All 4:]
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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
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And poets pens.
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We'll ride again.
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[Willie Nelson]
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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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[Kris Kristofferson]
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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 sucklins at her breast.
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And he who tries 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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[All 4:]
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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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American Remains
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| The Highwaymen |
