Desperados Waiting For A Train Lyrics - Other Voices, Too (a Trip Back To Bountiful) - Nanci Griffith

(Guy Clark) 

And I'd play the red river valley 

And he'd sit in the kitchen and he'd cry 

And run his fingers 

Through seventy years of living 

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

We were friends me and this old man 

Like desperadoes waiting for a train 

Like desperadoes waiting for a train 

Well 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 girld 

And our lives were like some old western movie 

Like desperadoes waiting for a train 

Like desperadoes waiting for a train 

From the time that I could walk 

He'd take me with him 

To a bar called the green frog cafe 

There was old men with beer guts and dominoes 

Lying about their lives while they played 

And I was just a kid 

They all called me sidekick 

Like desperadoes waiting for a train 

Like desperadoes waiting for a train 

One day I looked up and 

He was pushing eighty 

And there was brown tobacco stains 

All down his chin 

To me he was one of the heroes 

Of this country 

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

Drinking beer amd playing moon and forty-two 

Like desperadoes waiting for a train 

Like desperadoes waiting for a train 

And then the day before he died 

I went to see him 

And 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, the son-of-a-bitch is coming 

We're like desperadoes waiting for a train 

Like desperadoes waiting for a train (4 times)