Desperados Waitin' for a Train

I’d play the Red River Valley
Sit out in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, «Lord, has every well I’ve dug run dry?»
We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
He’s a drifter, driller of oil wells
An old school man of the world
Taught me how to drive when he’s too drunk to
And then he’d wink and give me money for the girls
Our lives was like some old western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' 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 were old men there with beer guts and dominos
Lyin' 'bout their lives while they’d played
And I was just a kid they 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
There was brown tobacco stains all down his chin
But to me he’s one of the heroes of this country
So why’s he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
A 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 S.O.B. is coming»
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train