Desperados Waiting for a Train

Yeah I played the Red River Valley He'd sit in the kitchen and cry Run the fingers through seventy years of livin' "Wonder, if every well he'd drilled gone dry?" We was friends, me and this old man Desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train Soon as I could walk he'd take me with him To a place called the Green Frog Cafe There was old men with beer guts and dominoes Lying 'bout their lives while they played And I was just a kid, they all called me Sidekick Desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train Yeah he's a drifter, he's a driller of oil wells He's an old school man of the world He 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 Desperados waitin' for a train 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 To me he's one of the heroes of this country So why's he all dressed up like them old men Just drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two Like a desperado waitin' for a train Like a desperado waitin' for a train The day before he died I went to see him Yeah I was grown and he was almost gone We closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen We played another verse of that old song Yeah Jack you know, that son-of-a-bitch is comin' Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin'