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 
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Desperados waitin' for a train 
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Desperados waitin' for a train 


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" 
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 
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 
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 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 
Desperados waitin' for a train 

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 
Desperados waitin' for a train.