Desperados Waiting For The Train

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled gone dry?" We was friends, me and this old man [Chorus] We was like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train [Verse 3] From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe And there was old men with beer guts and dominoes Lying 'bout their lives while they'd played And I was just a kid that they all called his sidekick [Chorus] We was like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train [Verse 4] One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty And there's 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 Drinking beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two [Chorus] Just like a desperado waiting for a train Like a desperado waiting for a train [Verse 5] And then 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 dreamed us up a kitchen And sang another verse to that old song "Come on, Jack, that son of a bitch is coming" [Chorus] And we're desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train