Desperadoes Waiting For A Train Lyrics - Guy Clark

I played the Red River Valley 

He'd sit in the kitchen and cry 

Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' 

"I wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?" 

We were friends, me and this old man 

Like desperados waitin' for a train 

Desperados waitin' for a train 

Well, he's a drifter an' a driller of oil wells 

And an old school man of the world 

He taught me how to drive his car when he w's too drunk to 

Oh, and he'd wink and give me money for the girls 

An' our lives were like, some old Western movie 

Like desperados waitin' for a train 

Like desperados waitin' for a train 

An' from the time that I could walk, he'd take me with him 

To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe 

An' there was old men with beer guts and dominos 

Oh, an they're lying 'bout their lives while they played 

An' I was just a kid, that they all called his sidekick 

Like desperados waitin' for a train 

Like desperados waitin' for a train 

One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty 

An' he'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? 

He's drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two 

Like a desperado waitin' for a train 

Like a desperado waitin' for a train 

An' 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 comin' 

We're like desperados waitin' for a train 

Like desperados waitin' for a train 

Like desperados waitin' for a train 

Like desperados waitin' for a train