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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson
Vocals
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Vocals
Waylon Jennings
Waylon Jennings
Vocals
Kris Kristofferson
Kris Kristofferson
Vocals
Reggie Young
Reggie Young
Guitar
Chips Moman
Chips Moman
Guitar
Shawn Lane
Shawn Lane
Guitar
Robbie Turner
Robbie Turner
Steel Guitar
Gene Chrisman
Gene Chrisman
Drums
Bobby Emmons
Bobby Emmons
Keyboards
Bobby Wood
Bobby Wood
Keyboards
Mike Leech
Mike Leech
Bass
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
Johnny Christopher
Johnny Christopher
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rivers Rutherford
Rivers Rutherford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chips Moman
Chips Moman
Producer
David Cherry
David Cherry
Engineer
David Parker
David Parker
Assistant Engineer
Larry Greenhill
Larry Greenhill
Assistant Engineer
Howard Irving
Howard Irving
Assistant Engineer
Skip McQuinn
Skip McQuinn
Assistant Engineer
Daivd Edney
Daivd Edney
Assistant Engineer
Denny Purcell
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I am a shotgun rider
For the San Jacinto line
The desert is my brother
My skin is cracked and dry
I was riding on a folk coach
And everything was fine
'Til 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 river gambler
I make a living dealing cards
My clothes are smoothed and honest
My heart is cold and hard
I was shuffling for some Delta boys
On a boat for New Orleans
I was the greatest shark
They'd ever seen
But the captain bumped a sandbar
And an ace fell from my sleeve
They threw me overboard
As I swore I didn't cheat
But I could swim
And I'll ride again
We are heroes of the homeland
American remains
We live in many places
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
And we'll ride again
I am a midwest farmer
I make a living 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 bankman says he likes me
But there's nothing he can do
He tells me that he's coming
But the clouds are coming too
He ain't my friend
And I'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
Poisoned my existence
With his deeds
Nature is our mother
We are sucklings 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 places
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
Written by: Rivers Rutherford
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