Like Desperados Waiting for a Train
I’d play the Red River Valley
he’d sit in the kitchen and cry
run his fingers through seventy years of livin’
and’ wonder, Lord, has every well I’ve drilled gone dry?
we were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
He’s a drifter, a driller of oil wells
he’s an old schoolman of the world
taught me how to drive his car when he’s too drunk to
he’d wink and give me money for the girls
our lives were like some old western movie
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
From the time I could walk he’d take me with him
to a bar called the Green Frog Café
old men with beer guts and dominoes
lied about their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me sidekick
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
One day I looked up and he’s pushin’ eighty
brown tobacco stains all down his chin
to me he was a hero of this country
so why’s he all dressed up like them old men
drinkin’ beer and playin’ Moon an’ 42
Like desperados waitin’ for a train(4X)
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