Desperadoes Waiting For A Train lyrics

Artist  : Guy Clark 
Song : Desperadoes Waiting For A Train
 


I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the
kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through
seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, why
has every well I've drilled gone dry?"

We
were friends, me and this old man
We's like
desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados
waitin' 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"
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'
(you can hear
"son-of-a-gun" in Willy Nelson's version
:])

We're desperados waitin' for a
train
Was like desperados waitin' for a train.
(x4)