desperados waiting fora train

I played the
Red River
Valley Hed sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin
And wonder, 'Lord, why has every well Ive drilled gone dry?'
We were friends, me and this old man
Wes like desperados waitin for a train
Desperados waitin for a train
Hes a drifter, a driller of oil wells
Hes an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And hed wink and give me money for the girls
And 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 hed take me with him
To a bar called the
Green Frog
Cafe There was old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying bout their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me 'Sidekick'
Just like desperados waitin for a train
Like desperados waitin for a train
One day I looked up and hes pushin eighty
Hes got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he was a hero of this country
So whys he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin beer and playin
Moon and Forty-two
Jus like desperados waitin for a train
Like a desperado waitin for a train
The day fore 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 onemore verse to that old song (spoken)
Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-***** is comin
Were desperados waitin for a train
Was like desperados waitin for a train