Desperados Waiting For A Train

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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-bitch is comin'  
 
Desperados waitin' for a train  
Desperados waitin' for a train.