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I'd play the red river valley
A D
and he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
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and run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
G Em A
and wonder lord has ever will our drill run dry
A D
we were friends me and this old man
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Bm G
Like desperados waiting for a train
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Like desperados waiting for a train
He's a drifter a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And he'd 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 he'd 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 he's pushin' eighty
He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well 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 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 one more verse to that old song
spoken Come on Jack that son-of-a-bitch is comin'
We're desperados waitin' for a train
Was like desperados waitin' for a train