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 drilled ran dry

We were friends me and that old man

Like desperados waiting for the train

Like desperados waiting for the train

He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells

And an old school man of the world

Taught me how to drive his car when he's 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 waiting for the train like desperados waiting for the train

From the time that I could walk he take me with him

To a place called the Green Frog Cafe

There was old men with beer guts and dominos

Lyin' bout their lives while they'd play

And I was just a kid that they all called his sidekick

Like desperados waiting for the train

Like desperados waiting for the train

Now I looked up and he was pushin' eighty

And there's 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 some old men

Drinking beer and playing moon and 42

Like desperados waiting for the train

Like desperados waiting for the train

Then just before he died I went to see him

I was grown and he was almost gone

We just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen

And sang another verse to that old song

(Don't cry Jack it's only Jesus comin')

Like desperados waiting for the train

Like desperados waiting for the train

Like desperados waiting for the train