Desperados Waiting For The Train Lyrics - David Allan Coe

I'd sing the Red River Valley 

And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry 

Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' 

Wonder Lord has every well I drilled ran dry 

We were friends me and that old man 

Like desperados waiting for the train 

Like desperados waiting for the train 

He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells 

And 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 the train 

Like desperados waiting for the train 

From the time that I could walk he take me with him 

To a place called the Green Frog Cafe 

There was old men with beer guts and dominoes 

Lyin' bout their lives while they'd play 

And I was just a kid that they all called his sidekick 

Like desperados waiting for the train 

Like desperados waiting for the train 

Now I looked up and he was 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 some old men 

Drinking beer and playing moon and 42 

Like desperados waiting for the train 

Like desperados waiting for the train 

Then just before he died I went to see him 

I was grown and he was almost gone 

We just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen 

And sang another verse to that old song 

Don't cry Jack it's only Jesus comin' 

Like desperados waiting for the train 

Like desperados waiting for the train 

Like desperados waiting for the train