American Remains: The Highwaymen. Written by Rivers Rutherford. (© Musiclinc.) From "Highwaymen 2", © 1990, Columbia Records. 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: 'Cos I'll ride again. I am a river gambler, I make a livin' dealin' cards. My clothes are smooth and honest, my heart is cold and hard. I was shufflin' 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 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 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. 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 sucklings at her breast. And he who trys 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.	Here Comes That Rainbow Again WRITTEN BY KRIS KRISTOFFERSON The scene was a small roadside cafe the waitress was sweepin' the floor two truck-drivers drinkin' their coffee and two okie-kids by the door how much are them candies, they asked her how much have you got, she replied We've only a penny between us them's two for a penny, she lied Chorus: And the daylight grew heavy with thunder and the smell of the rain on the wind ain't it just like a human here comes that rainbow again One truckdriver called to the waitress after the kids went outside them candies ain't two for a penny so what's it to you, she replied in silence they finished their coffee got up and nodded godbye she called, hey, you left too much money so what's it to you, they replied Chorus: And the daylight grew heavy with thunder and the smell of the rain on the wind ain't it just like a human here comes that rainbow again
Committed To Parkview: The Highwaymen. Written by John R. Cash. (© Songs of Cash/Bughouse.) From "One Piece At A Time", © 1976, Columbia. This version from "Highwaymen", © 1985, Columbia Records. There's a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor, He thinks he's Hank Williams; hear him singing through the door. There's a girl in 203, who stops by to visit me, And she talks about her songs and the star that she should be. There are lots of special people staying in or passing through: And for one thing or another, committed to Parkview. There's a girl in 307, coming down on Thorazine. And a superstar's ex-drummer trying to kick Benzedrine. There's a boy just down below me, who's the son of some well-known: He was brought in by his mother, 'cos his daddy's always gone. There's a bum from down on Broadway and then a few quite well-to-do's: Who have withdrawn from the rat race and committed to Parkview. There's a girl who cries above me, loud enough to wake the dead. They don't know what she has taken that has scrambled up her head. There's a writer and a singer who has tried and tried and tried: They just brought him in this morning, an attempted suicide. There are those that never made it, those that did but now are through: Some came of their own good choosing: some committed to Parkview. They wake us about 6:30, just before the morning meal. While they're taking blood pressure, they ask us how we feel. And I always say: "Fantastic! There ain't nothing wrong with me." And then they give me my injection and I go right back to sleep. And my days are kind of foggy and my nights are dreamy too: But they're taking good care of me: committed to Parkview.	Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos): Written by Woody Guthrie and Martin Hoffman. (© Ludlow Music Inc.) From "Highwaymen", © 1985, Columbia Records. The crops are all in and the peaches are rotten, The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps. They're flyin' them back to the Mexican border, To save all their money then wade back again. My father's own father, he waded that river: Others before him had done just the same. They died in the hills and they died in the valleys; Some went to heaven without any name. Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita; Adios mi amigo; Jesus y Maria. You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane. All they will call you, will be: "Deportee". Some of us are illegal and others not wanted; Our work contract's out and we have to move on. Six hundred miles to the Mexican border. They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves. Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita; Adios mi amigo; Jesus y Maria. You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane. All they will call you, will be: "Deportee". The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon; A fireball of thunder, it shook all the hills. Who are all of these dear friends, scattered like dry leaves? The radio said they were just 'Deportees'. Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita; Adios mi amigo; Jesus y Maria. You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane. All they will call you, will be: "Deportee". Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita; Adios mi amigo; Jesus y Maria. You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane. All they will call you, will be: "Deportee
Songs That Make A Difference: The Highwaymen. Written by John R. Cash. (© Songs of Cash/Bughouse.) From "Highwaymen 2", © 1990, Columbia Records. Hey Babe, do you remember, back in 1969? We gathered round the room; you sang yours and I sang mine. We took turns with the guitar, in the front and centre seat. Shel and Kris and Dylan, and a couple off the street. Joni Mitchell cried on "Both Sides Now". We sang songs that made a difference and we can again somehow. Everybody knew that this was quite a special night. Graeme Nash was nervous in the hot seat, in the light. Joe South was total magic, and we all walked in his shoes. Orbison and Rabbit cried and they rocked the country blues. New Berry, San Francisco, Maybelle, Joy. We sang songs that made a difference, June was pregnant with my boy. Oh, I could make a livin' drivin' nails or drivin' trucks. Sleep beneath the bridge or in the streets, down on my luck. I'd stand the cold and hunger if they'd let me hear the songs. Everybody write one that us bums can sing along. Keep it from the heart and down to earth: Sing the songs that make a difference, Give us all our money's worth. Hey, Keep it from the heart and down to earth: Sing the songs that make a difference, Give us all our money's worth. JIM I WORE A TIE TODAY (Cindy Walker) « © '62 Four Star Music » (Jim Jim) Jim I did everything I could do but your fever just wouldn't die down So I tied your horse to the wagon and last night I brought you to town When I got you there Jim you's gone and there was nothin' nobody could do So I bought you a suit and a tie Jim and today I wore one too Jim I wore a tie today the first one that I ever wore And you'd've said that I looked like a dummy out of a dry goods store Jim they said a lot of things but I couldn't tell you one thing they said Somehow my mind kept wanderin' Wanderin' down back that trail back to the times that we've had One thing bout you old friend is side by side sun or rain How many times pannin' gold on the cuff We did about everything in the book I guess And prob'ly some things that they never read or thought up Well Jim you're ridin' on ahead and I I guess that's the way that's gotta be But Jim when you reach them streets paved with gold nobody stake a claim out for me (Jim hmm Jim) Jim I wore a tie today	The Road Goes On Forever: The Highwaymen. Written by Robert Earl Keen Jr. (© Music Corp. of America.) From "The Road Goes On Forever", © 1995 Liberty Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town. She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around. Down Main Street after midnight, a brand new pack of cigs, A fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer between her legs. She'd ride down to the river, and meet with all her friends: The road goes on forever and the party never ends. Sonny was a loner, bolder than the rest. He was goin' in the Navy, but he couldn't pass the test. So he hung around town, he sold a little pot. The law got wind of Sonny and one day he got caught, But he was back in business when they set him free again: The road goes on forever and the party never ends. Sonny's playin' eight-ball at the joint where Sherry works, Some drunken out-of-towner put his hand up Sherry's skirt. Sonny took his pool cue, laid the drunk out on the floor, Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar, walked out of the door. She's running right behind him, reaching for his hand: The road goes on forever and the party never ends. They jumped into his pickup, Sonny jammed her down in gear. Sonny looked at Sherry, said: "Let's get on out of here." The stars were high above them, the moon was in the east. The sun was setting on them when they reached Miami Beach. They got a motel by the water, and a quart of Bombay Gin: The road goes on forever and the party never ends. They soon ran out of money, but Sonny knew a man, Who knew some Cuban refugees who dealt in contraband. Sonny met the Cubans in a house just off the route, With a briefcase full of money and a pistol in his boot. Cards were on the table when the law came bustin' in: The road goes on forever and the party never ends. The Cubans grabbed the goodies; Sonny grabbed a jack, He broke the bathroom window and climbed on out the back. Sherry drove the pickup through the alley on the side, Where the lawman tackled Sonny and was reading him his rights. She stepped out in the alley with a single shot four-ten: The road goes on forever and the party never ends. They left the lawman dying and they made their getaway, Got back to the motel just before the break of day. Sonny gave her all the money, an' he blew a little kiss. "If they ask you how this happened, say I forced you into this." She watched him as his tail lights disappeared around the bend: The road goes on forever and the party never ends. There's a main street after midnight, just like it was before, Twenty-one months later, at the local grocery store. Sherry buys a paper and a cold six-pack of beer. The headlines read that Sonny is going to the chair. She pulls back onto main street in her new Mercedes Benz: The road goes on forever and the party never ends.
Written by William Bruce and Ronald Peterson. (© Sony/ATV Songs LLC [Tree Publishing].) From "Highwaymen", © 1985, Columbia Records. LAST COWBOY SONG This the last cowboy song: The end of a hundred year waltz. The voices sound sad as they're singin' along. Another piece of America's lost. He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets, On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer. And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences, But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here. He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark, And eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt backed down. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas. And rode with the 7th when Custer went down. This the last cowboy song: The end of a hundred year waltz. The voices sound sad as they're singin' along. Another piece of America's lost. Remmington showed us how he looked on canvas, And Louis Lamour has told us his tale. Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him, And wish to God we could have ridden his trail. (Verse Spoken Over Chorus:) The old Chisolm trail is covered in concrete now, They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs. They roll by his markings and don't even notice, Like living and dying was all he ever did. This the last cowboy song: The end of a hundred year waltz. The voices sound sad as they're singin' along. Another piece of America's lost. To Fade.	Desperados Waiting For The Train By Guy Clark {KRIS] I'D SING THE RED RIVER VALLEY AND HE'D SIT OUT IN THE KITCHEN AND CRY AND RUN HIS FINGERS THROUGH SEVENTY YEARS OF LIVING' WONDERING, LORD, HAS EVERY WELL I DRILLED RAN DRY WE WERE FRIENDS, ME AND THAT OLD MAN CHORUS LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN {WAYLON] HE'S A DRIFTER AND A DRILLER OF OIL WELLS AND AN OLD SCHOOL MAN OF THE WORLD TAUGHT ME HOW TO DRIVE HIS CAR WHEN HE'S TOO DRUNK TO AND HE'D WINK AND GIVE ME MONEY FOR THE GIRLS AND OUR LIVES WAS LIKE SOME OLD WESTERN MOVIE CHORUS LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN FROM THE TIME THAT I COULD WALK HE'D TAKE ME WITH HIM TO A PLACE CALLED THE GREEN FROG CAFE AND THERE WAS OLD MEN WITH BEER GUTS AND DOMINOES LYING' ABOUT THEIR LIVES WHILE THEY PLAYED AND I WAS CALLED HIS SIDEKICK[WILLIE] CHORUS LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN [JOHN] I LOOKED UP AND HE WAS PUSHING EIGHTY AND THERE WAS BROWN TOBACCO STAINS ALL DOWN HIS CHIN TO ME HE'S ONE OF THE HEROES OF THIS COUNTRY SO WHY'S HE ALL DRESSED UP LIKE SOME OLD MAN DRINKING' BEER AND PLAYING' MOON IN FORTY-TWO CHORUS LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN [WILLIE] THE DAY BEFORE HE DIED I WENT TO SEE HIM I WAS GROWN AND HE WAS ALMOST GONE SO WE JUST CLOSED OUR EYES AND DREAMT US UP A KITCHEN AND SANG ANOTHER VERSE TO THAT OLD SONG[JOHN] [WAYLON]"COME ON, JACK,THAT SON OF A GUNS A COMING" CHORUS LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
BORN AND RAISED IN BLACK AND WHITE  The wind blows hard across the Texas planes  Makes some people go insane  While others quietly pray for rain  That's where we came from  Two boys playing in the burning sun  One with books,one with guns  Mama calls but just one comes  The other one runs  1stChorus:  In a crystal sense of wrong and right  We were born and raised in black and white  One learned to pray,one loved to fight  We were born and raised in black and white  We were born and raised in black and white  Brother took to the gospel road  Spent his whole live saving souls  When he looked at me his blood ran cold  He didn't even try  I had no dreams,I had no plans  But a gun felt good in my right hand  The warden asked how come you killed that man  I said I don't know why  2nd Chorus:  Welcome home said the hot moonlight  We were born and raised in black and white  One lives to pray,one prays for life  We were born and raised in black and white  We were born and raised in black and white  Someone handed me a cigarette  They offered me my last request  I asked my mortal soul be blessed  By someone close to me  He came to me with trembling hands  He swore he'd never understand  I said it's just what life had planned  It's destiny  4th Chorus:  Don't waste your tears on me tonight  We were born and raised in black and white  I chose the dark,you chased the light  We were born and raised in black and white  We were born and raised in black and white  (Repeat first verse)	Angels Love Bad Men: The Highwaymen. Written by Waylon Jennings and Roger Murrah. (© Waylon Jennings Music/Acuff Rose Music.) From "Highwaymen 2", © 1990, Columbia Records. When his stolen gold has turned to rust, He rides off in a cloud of dust, Lookin' for a border he can cross. She'll stand by and watch him go, Wonderin' if he'll ever know, The hurt she's feelin' now. And what they've lost. Angels love bad men; that's how it's always been. They give their whole hearts when they fall. Angels love bad men; that's how it's always been. Love holds their hearts against the wall. When his corporate day comes to and end, He rides away in his Mercedes Benz: Soon he's lost beneath the neon sky. Outside of town, in their suburban home, She spends another night alone, And wonders what went wrong; wonders why. Angels love bad men; that's how it's always been. They give their whole hearts when they fall. Angels love bad men; that's how it's always been. Love holds their hearts against the wall. LIVING LEGEND WRITTEN BY KRIS KRISTOFFERSON Was it bitter then with our backs against the wall? Were we better men than we'd ever been before? Say, if she came again today, would you still answer to the call? Tell the truth, my friend, don't it matter anymore? We were simple men by her side when she was born It was simple then like the freedom when you fall And we were smaller then, you see, but soon we gathered like a storm. They don't understand what that thunder meant at all. Was he crucified?  Was he done in by the lawman? Are you satisfied that he'll never ride again? Some people say he got away; they say he never died at all. If that story's true, does it bother you, my friend? Was it bitter then, with our backs against the wall? Were we better men than we'd ever been before? Say, if she came again today, would you still answer to the call? Tell the truth, my friend, don't it matter anymore?
The Devil's Right Hand (Steve Earle) About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war I saw my first pistol in the general store In the general store, when I was thirteen Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen So l asked if I could have one someday when I grew up Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up She really blew up and I didn't understand Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt Shoot as fast as lightnin' but it loads a mite slow Loads a mite slow and soon I found out It can get you into trouble but it can't get you out So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45 Called a peacemaker but I never knew why Never knew why, I didn't understand Cause Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand Well I get into a card game in a company town Caught a miner cheating I shot the dog down Shot the dog down, watched the man fall Never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw The trial was in the morning and they drug me out of bed Asked me how I pleaded, not guilty I said Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand True Love Travels on a Gravel Road (Words & music by Frazier - Owens) How many girls choose cotton dress worlds When they could have satins and lace And stand by her man, never once letting shade touch her face How many hearts could live through all the winters We've known and still not be cold True love travels on a gravel road. Love is a stranger and hearts are in danger All through streets paved with gold For true love travels on a gravel road. Down through the years we've had hard times and tears But they only helped our love grow And we'll stay together no matter how strong the wind blows Not once have I seen your blue eyes filled with envy Or stray from the one that you hold Oh true love travels on a gravel road. Love is a stranger and hearts are in danger All through streets paved with gold For true love travels on a gravel road. Yeah, true love travels on a gravel road. Mmmm True love travels on a gravel road. True love travels on a gravel road	I DO BELIEVE WRITTEN BY WAYLON JENNINGS In my own way I'm a believer In my own way right or wrong I don't talk too much about it It's something I keep working on I don't have too much to build on My faith has never been that strong Verse 2: There's a man there in that building He's a holy man, they say He keeps talking about tomorrow While I keep struggling with today He preaches hellfire and brimstone And heaven seems so far away Chorus: I do believe in a higher power One that loves us one and all Not someone to solve my problems Or to catch me when I fall He gave us all a mind to think with And to know what's right or wrong He is that inner spirit That keeps us strong Verse 3: In my own way I'm a believer But not in voices I can't hear I believe in a loving Father One I never have to fear That I should live life at its fullest Just as long as I am here End Of Understanding: Willie Nelson. Written by Willie Nelson and Eddie Cochran. (© Tree Publishing.) Each time you hurt me, you say you're sorry. I try to understand, and say: "OK." But there must be an end to understanding, And the end of mine can't be too far away. I try to understand that you're "only human". And "we all make mistakes" every day. But there must be an end to understanding, And I know that I just can't go on this way. Don't you know that love and understanding go together: Ask too much of one and both will die. And there must be an end to understanding, And I know, someday, I'll reach the end of mine. Don't you know that love and understanding go together: Ask too much of one and both will die. And there must be an end to understanding, And I know, someday, I'll reach the end of mine