Desperados Waiting For A Train (Live)

I'd play the Red River Valley

And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry

And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'

And wonder,"Lord, has ever' well I've drilled gone dry?"

We was friends, me and this old man

We was like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells

And an old school man of the world

He 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

Like 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 was old men with beer guts and dominoes

Lying 'bout their lives while they'd played

And I was just a kid that they all called his sidekick

We was like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty

And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin

Well to me he's one of the heroes of this country

So why's he all dressed up like them old men

Drinking beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two

Just like a desperado waiting for a train

Like a desperado waiting for a train

And then 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 us up a kitchen

And sang another verse to that old song

"Come on, Jack, that son of a ***** is coming"

And we're desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train