Desperados Waiting for a Train
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And I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and he'd cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of living
And wonder, "Lord, has every well I drilled gone dry?"
We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Well, he's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old-school man of the world
He 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
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
From the time that I could walk, he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominoes
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
And I was just a kid, they all called me sidekick
Like desperados waiting for a train
Just like desperados waiting for a train
One day I looked up and he was pushing eighty
And there was brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well, to me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men?
Drinkin' beer and playin' more than forty-two
Like a desperado waiting for a train
Like a desperado waiting for a train
And then the day before he died, I went to see him
And I was grown and he was almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed a supper kitchen
And sang another verse to that old song
Come on, Jack, the son of a bitch is coming
We're like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train