Desperados Waiting For A Train

I'd sing 'Red River Valley'

He'd sit out in the kitchen and cry

Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'

Wondering, Lord, has every well I drilled, gone dry?



We was friends, me and this old man

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train



He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells

An old school man of the world

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 I could walk he'd take me with him

To a place called the Green Frog Cafe

And there was old men with beer guts and Dominos

Lyin' 'bout their lives while they'd play



And I was just a kid they called his sidekick

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting 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 heroes of this country

So why's he all dressed up like them old men?



Drinkin' beer and playin' moon and forty two

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting 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



Right, Jack, that son of a b*tch is comin'

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train