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Performed by the Highwaymen
Words and music: Bob Seger

Against the Wind

It seems like yesterday, but it was a long time ago
She was lovely, she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio playing low.
The secrets that we shared, the mountains that we moved
Caught like a wild fire out of control
Till there was nothing left to burn
and nothing left to prove.
And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it would never end
I remember how she held me oh, so tight,
Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then.

Chorus:
Against the wind,
We were running against the wind.
We were young and strong,
We were running against the wind.

The years rolled slowly past, I found myself alone,

Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends,

I found myself further and further from my home.

And I guess I lost my way, there were oh, so many roads.

I was livin’ to run and runnin’ to live,

Never worrying about paying or how much I owed.

Movin’ eight miles a minute for months at a time,

Breakin’ all of the rules that would bend.

I began to find myself

Searching for shelter again and again.

Chorus:

Against the wind,

We were running against the wind.

I found myself seeking

Shelter against the wind.

All those drifter’s days are passed me now

I’ve got so much more to think about

Deadlines and commitments,

What to leave in and what to leave out.

Chorus:
Against the wind,
We were running against the wind.
Well I’m older now and still
Running against the wind
Against the wind

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Capo 1

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 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.

Chorus:
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
And poisoned 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

Chorus

Welfare Line – Highwaymen

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Tabbed by: Dave S.
Email: prime-prine@hotmail.com

Tuning: Standard

Artist: The Highwaymen
Album: Highwayman
Year: 1985

Well, now boys, I’ve been to Bethlehem.
Rode there on a big steam train.
Lost two fingers in the steel mills.
And I ain’t goin’ back again.

I fought for my country,
Lord knows, I did my best.
Crawlin’ ‘cross some foreign field,
They pinned a ribbon to my chest.

Chorus:

So, pass around the bottle, boys,
Let’s talk about old times.
Night’s rollin’ in, it’s cold as sin,
Here on the welfare line.

Served on the Georgia Road Gang.
Couldn’t pay the debts I owed.
‘Cause I’m ain’t made of silver,
And I ain’t never seen no gold.

I still remember Rachael,
Soft as a velvet gown.
They layed her in the pauper’s grave,
On the other side of town.

(Repeat Chorus)

Break:

Now some folks are born to money,
You know I wish them well.
If the devil should ever want my soul,
I swear I’d never sell.

(Repeat Chorus 2x)

Committed to Parkview – Highwaymen

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Tabbed by: Dave S.
Email: prime-prine@hotmail.com

Tuning: Standard

Artist: The Highwaymen
Album: Highwayman
Year: 1985

Theres a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor
He thinks hes Hank Williams hear him singing through the door
Theres 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

Theres a girl in 307 coming down on thorazine
And a superstars ex drummer trying to kick benzedrine
Theres a boy just below me whos the son of some well known
He was brought in by his mother because his daddys always gone
Theres a bum from down on Broadway and a few quite well to dues
Who have withdrawn from the rat race and committed to Parkview

Theres a girl who cries above me loud enough to wake the dead
They dont know what she has taken that has scrambled up her head
Theres 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 chosing some committed to Parkview

They wake us about 6:30 just before the morning meal
While theyre taking blood pressure they ask us how we feel
And I always say fantastic there aint nothing wrong with me
And then they give me my injection and I go right back to sleep
The days are kind of foggy and the nights are dreamy too
But they’re taking good care of me committed to Parkview

Big River – The Highwaymen

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Tabbed by: Dave S.
Email: prime-prine@hotmail.com

Tuning: Standard

Artist: The Highwaymen
Album: Highwayman
Year: 1985

I taught the weepin’ willow how to cry, cry, cry.
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you, big river.
And I’m gonna sit right here until I die.

I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota.
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, southern drawl.
And I heard my dream, Went back downstream, cavortin’ in Davenport,
And I followed you, big river, when she called.

Break:

Oh, she took me to St. Louie later on, down the river.
Freighter said, “She’s been here, but she’s gone, boy, she’s gone.”
And I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the club.
Raised a few eyebrows and went on down alone.

Well, I pulled into Natches next day down river,
But there wasn’t much there to make the rounders stay very long.
When I left it was rainin’ so nobody saw me cry.
Big river, why she doin’ me this way?

Break:

Now, won’t you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on.
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans.
Go on, I’ve had enough, dump my blues down in the gulf.
She loves you, big river, more than me.

I taught the weepin’ willow how to cry, cry, cry.
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you, big river.
And I’m gonna sit right here until I die.

I played the Red River Valley C 2 G 2
He’d sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin’ ~
“I wonder, Lord, has every well I’ve drilled gone dry?”
We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4 A 2 3 4
He was a drifter, a driller of oil wells C 2 G 2
A teacher, a schoolman of the world 2 3 4
Let me drive his car when he was too drunk to ~
He’d wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4 A 2 3 4
From the time that I could walk he’d take me with him C 2 G 2
To a bar called the Green Frog Caf-e 2 3 4
Where old men with beer guts and dominoes ~
Would lie about their lives while they played
And I was just a kid, they all called ”Sidekick”
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4 A 2 3 4
Well, one day I looked up and he’s pushin’ eighty C 2 G 2
Brown tobacco stains all down his chin 2 3 4
To me he was a hero of this country ~
So why’s he all dressed up like them old men
Just drinkin’ beer and playin’ Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4 A 2 3 4
The day before he died I went to see him C 2 G 2
I was grown and he was almost gone 2 3 4
But we closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen ~
And sang another verse to that old song
(spoken) Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-gun is comin’
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4
Like desperados waitin’ for a train 2 3 4 Bm end