I played the Red River Valley
Hed sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through
Seventy years of livin
And wonder Lord, why has every well Ive drilled gone dry?
We were friends,
Me and this old man
Wes like desperados
Waitin for a train
Desperados
Waitin for a train
Hes a drifter,
A driller of oil wells
Hes an old school man
Of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And hed 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
Hed 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
Hes pushin eighty
Hes got brown tobacco stains
All down his chin
Well to me he was a hero of
This country
So whys 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
Come on, Jack
That son-of-a-bitch is comin
Were desperados
Waitin for a train
Was like desperados
Waitin for a train