Desperados Waiting for a Train Lyrics
(Guy Clark)
-Solo-
I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
I wonder, Lord, has ever well, I've drilled, run dry
We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
He let me drive his car when he is 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 waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
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 dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they'd play
And I was just a kid, they called it side-kick
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the hero's of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
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
(Spoken) Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-gun is comin'
Like desperados waitin' for a train - like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train - like desperados waitin' for a train
