Desperados Waiting For The Train

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've drilled gone dry?"

We was friends, me and this old man

Like desperados waiting for the train

Desperados waiting for the 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

Then he'd wink and give some money for the girls

Our lives was like some old western movie

Like desperados waiting for a train

Desperados 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 'bout their lives while they played

I was just a kid, they all called me "sidekick"

Like desperados waiting for the train

Desperados waiting for the train

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

Has 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, playin' Moon and Forty-two

Like a desperado waiting for the train

Desperado waiting for the train

Just 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, I swear that charm is comin'

We're desperados waiting for the train

Like desperados waiting for the train

Desperados waiting for the train

Desperados waiting for a train