Desperados Waiting for a Train

I played the Red River Valley He'd sit out in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through 70 years of living And wonder Lord, as ever, will that drill run dry? We were friends, me an this old man Desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train He's a drifter, and a driller of oil wells And old school man of the world 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 waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train From the time that I could walk, he'd take me with him To a bar, called the Green Frog Cafe And there were old men, with beer guts and dominoes Lying about their lives while they play I was just a kid, they called his sidekick Desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train One day I looked up, and he's pushing eighty Brown tobacco stains all down his chin To me he's one of the heroes of this country Why is he all dressed up like them old men? Drinking beer and playing moon in forty-two Desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train The day before he died, I went to see him I was grown, and he was almost gone So we just closed our eyes and dreamed of supper kitchens And sang another verse to that old song Come on Jack, that son of a gun's a coming Desperados waiting for the train Desperados waiting for the train Desperados waiting for the train Desperados waiting for the train