And I played the Red River Valley And hed sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin And wonder, Lord, has every well Ive drilled gone dry? We was friends, me and this old man Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Hes a drifter, a driller of oil wells And an old school man of the world He taught me how to drive his car when hes too drunk to Hed 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 By the time that I could walk, hed take me with him To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe And there was old men with beer guts and dominoes Lying bout their lives while they all played And I was just a kid, but they all called me sidekick Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train One day I looked up and hes pushin eighty Had brown tobacco stains all down his chin See to me, hes the hero of this country So whys he all dressed up like them old men? Drinkin beer and playin Moon and Fortytwo Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Just like desperados waiting for the train Two 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 Come on, Jack, that son of a bitch is comin Like desperados waiting for a train Just like desperados waiting for the train Two desperados waiting for a train Two desperados waiting for a train
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