Desperadoes Waitin' For A Train
By Jerry Jeff Walker
Written By Guy Clark
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Yeah, I played the Red River Valley and sit in the kitchen and cry
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Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
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I wonder if has every well I've drilled gone dry
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We were friends, me and this old man ss
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Desperados waitin' for a train -i
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Desperados waitin' for a train -i
Soon as 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 dominoes
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
And I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
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Desperados waitin' for a train -i
He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
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 were like, some old Western movie
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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 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
Like desperados waitin' for a train
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The day before he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we 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-b***h is comin'
Desperados waitin' for a train -i
Desperados waitin' for a train.
