American Remains - The Highwaymen/Willie Nelson.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Rivers Rutherford
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Rivers Rutherford
[00:08.914](Johnny Cash)
[00:09.177]I am a shotgun rider,
[00:11.401]For the San Jacinto line,
[00:13.965]The desert is my brother,
[00:16.030]My skin is cracked and dry.
[00:18.584]I was ridin' on a folk coach
[00:20.872]And everything was fine,
[00:23.175]Till we took a shorter road
[00:25.113]To save some time.
[00:28.029]The bandits only fired once,
[00:30.248]They shot me in the chest.
[00:32.508]They may have wounded me but,
[00:35.096]They'll never get the best
[00:37.154]Of better men.
[00:41.380]'Cause I'll ride again.
[00:45.742](Waylon Jennings)
[00:46.355]I am a river gambler,
[00:49.277]I make a livin' dealin' cards.
[00:51.404]My clothes are smooth and honest,
[00:53.568]My heart is cold and hard.
[00:56.266]I was shufflin' for some delta boys,
[00:58.558]On a boat for New Orleans,
[01:00.788]I was the greatest shark they'd ever seen.
[01:05.462]But the captain bumped a sandbar,
[01:07.719]And an ace fell from my sleeve.
[01:10.215]They threw me overboard,
[01:12.539]As I swore I didn't cheat.
[01:15.265]But I could swim.
[01:20.282]And I'll ride again.
[01:24.876](All 4:)
[01:25.371]We are heroes of the homeland, American remains.
[01:30.374]We live in many faces and answer many names.
[01:34.938]We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind.
[01:39.586]Our memories live on in mortal minds
[01:46.361]And poets pens.
[01:50.936]We'll ride again.
[01:55.344](Willie Nelson)
[01:55.883]I am a mid-west farmer,
[01:58.464]I make a livin' off the land,
[02:00.809]I ride a John Deere tractor,
[02:03.264]I'm a liberated man.
[02:05.679]But the rain it hasn't fallen,
[02:07.947]Since the middle of July,
[02:10.279]And if it don't come soon my crops will die.
[02:15.078]The bank man says he likes me,
[02:17.276]But there's nothin' he can do.
[02:19.683]He tells me that he's comin',
[02:21.886]But the clouds are comin' too.
[02:25.077]He ain't my friend.
[02:29.698]And I'll ride again.
[02:34.221](Kris Kristofferson)
[02:34.799]I am an American Indian,
[02:37.470]My tribe is Cherokee.
[02:39.814]My forefathers loved this land.
[02:42.134]They left it here for me.
[02:44.449]But the white man came with boats,
[02:46.761]And trains and dirty factories,
[02:49.230]An' poisened my existence with his deeds.
[02:53.935]Nature is our mother,
[02:56.164]We are sucklins at her breast.
[02:58.549]And he who tries to beat her down,
[03:00.952]Will lose her to the rest.
[03:03.950]They'll never win.
[03:08.579]I'll ride again.
[03:12.998](All 4:)
[03:13.571]We are heroes of the homeland, American remains.
[03:18.531]We live in many faces and answer many names.
[03:23.269]We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind.
[03:27.984]Our memories live on in mortal minds and poets pens.
[03:39.223]We'll ride again.