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The
Long Riders
1.The Long Riders
2.I'm a Good Old Rebel
3.Seneca Square Dance
4.Archie's Funeral (Hold to God's Unchanging Hand)
5.I Always Knew You Were the One
6.Rally 'Round the Flag
7.Wildwood Boys
8.Better Things to Think About
9.Jesse James
10.Cole Younger Polka
11.Escape From Northfield
12.Leaving Missouri
13.Jesse James
THE LONG
RIDERS
(Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
I'M A GOOD
OLD REBEL
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
(Am) - (C)
(Am) Oh, (C) I'm a good
old Rebel
Now (Am) that's just what I am
For (C) this fair land of freedom
I (Am) do not care a damn.
I'm (C) glad I fought against it
I (Am) only wish we'd won.
And (C) I don't want no pardon
For (Am) anything I've done.
I hates the
Yankee nation
And everything they do,
I hates the Declaration
Of Independence, too;
I hates the glorious Union-
'Tis dripping with our blood-
And I hates their striped banner,
I fought it all I could.
Three hundred
thousand Yankees
Stiffen in Southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot
And I wish it was three million
Instead of what we got.
I want to reconstruct
it
I'm better now than then
And for that carpet bagger
I don't give a damn
So I'm a forward the frontier
Soon as I can go
I could bear a weapon
And start for Mexico
SENECA SQUARE
DANCE
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
Chords per bar:
Part A
G | G | Em | Em | G | G | D | G |
Part B
G | G | G | Em | C | G | D | G |
ARCHIE'S FUNERAL (HOLD TO GOD'S UNCHANGING
HAND)
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
I ALWAYS
KNEW YOU WERE THE ONE
(David Lindley)
Instrumental
D - G - A
RALLY
'ROUND THE FLAG
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
(C) - (F) - (G)
(C) Yes, we'll rally
'round the flag, boys
(F) Rally once again
(C) Shouting the battle cry of (G) freedom
(C) Rally from the hillsides
(F) Gather from the plain
(C) Shouting the battle cry of (G) free (C) dom
(C) The Union forever
Hurrah, boys, hurrah
Down with the traitor
And (G) up with the star
As we (C) rally 'round the flag, boys
(F) Rally once again
(C) Shouting the battle cry of (G) free (C) dom
Mine eyes have
seen the beauty
Of the land that's bright and fair
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
And my soul looked back and wondered
How we made the journey there
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
We will welcome
to our numbers
The loyal, true and brave
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
And although we may be poor
Not a man shall be a slave
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
The gospel train
has brought us
Through the dark and stormy night
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
We can lay our burdens down at last
And walk into the light
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
Train coming
(Amen)
You just get on board (Amen)
Don't need no ticket (Amen)
Just thank the Lord (Amen)
WILDWOOD
BOYS
(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)
(D) - (G) - (A)
(D) This here was (A) our situ (G) a (D) tion
We was just young wildwood (G) boys
New as the birth of the (A) nation
The kind that the Army (D) employs
Night riding Rebs from Missouri
Fought for the Grey and Quan (G) trell
Caught up by the battle and the (A) fury
Back when just living was (D) hell
After the battle
was over
And after the Union had won
It was quitting that made us the loser
So we kept doing just what we'd done
Riding as comrads together
We looted the trains and the banks
Removing that carpetbag money
And sticking it hard to the Yanks
Death always
follows behind you
When you ride down that old outlaw trail
Someday a bullet will find you
Or you'll rot like a corpse in some jail
Turning your back to the danger
Is a wager no man can afford
'Cause gold turns a friend to a stranger
Like old Judas turned on our Lord
Men are revered
and remembered
While they lay in that coffin and rot
Some live in the legends of history
Most are forever forgot
The victory it goes to the strongest
And only the strong will survive
Survival is living the longest
But nobody gets out alive
The questions
don't never get answered
And the rights, they're remembered all wrong
The facts, they can get plenty confusing
So someday if you happen to be singing this song
Remember it's just for the record
You can't change the handwork of fate
And tell 'em I lived for the moment
And I died when I tried to go straight
BETTER THINGS
TO THINK ABOUT
(Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
JESSE
JAMES
(Neil Morris)
Spoken
I'll tell you
about Jesse and Frank James
My grandfather was personally acquainted with them
My grandfather lived in the southern edge of Baxter County, Arkansas
And they stayed all night with him lots of nights
And my grandfather told me there was a lot of those robberies that was layed
to Jesse and Frank James
And he knew they didn't do it 'cause they was at his place when it happened
But you couldn't tell the public that
When they get their minds made up that somebody's done something
Why the public's gonna stick to it anyway
My grandfather, he knew them as boys
And they could come to his place and go without anybody paying attention 'cause
nobody expected them
Down in Arkansas, see, 'cause they was from Missouri
Now that's the story that my grandfather told me when I was just a boy
And he said that Frank James, at that World's Fair,
I think it was 1901 in St. Louis him and Jesse were both there
My grandfather and Frank James were together there
And that Frank James offered to bring Jesse there alive
He said that the man that the Ford boys killed wasn't Jesse James at all
But the fellow they killed was just about the size of Jesse and he was red
headed
And he wasn't any relation to the Fords
See, Jesse James was a known cousin to Charles and Bob Ford
That's what my grandfather said
He said Jesse and Frank were not even in that part of the country when that
fellow was killed
And the Ford boys, why, they collected a thousand dollars for killing Jesse
James!
Now the song says that the Ford boys killed Jesse
None of us up here in the mountains believe that, no sir!
COLE YOUNGER
POLKA
(D. Lindley-R. Cooder)
Instrumental
ESCAPE FROM
NORTHFIELD
(Ry Cooder)
Instrumental
LEAVING MISSOURI
(David Lindley)
Instrumental
JESSE
JAMES
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
(D) - (G) - (A)
(D) Jesse James
we understand
Has (G) killed him many a (D) man
He robbed the Union (A) trains
But (D) history does record
That (G) Bob and Charlie (D) Ford
Have laid Jesse (A) James in his (D) grave
It was on a
Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
When they robbed that Union train
And it was one of the younger boys
That gathered in the spoils
And carried that money away
In his small
home unaware
A-straightening pictures there
He thought he heard a noise
And as he turned his head
Well, the bullet killed him dead
Fired by Bob Ford, one of the boys
Poor Jesse had
a wife
She lived a lady all her life
The children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse, laid poor Jesse
Have laid Jesse James in his grave
