I'd play the Red River Violin
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years
of living and won der
Lord, as ever well I drove gone dry
We was friends, me and someone
Desperado's waiting for a train
Desperado's waiting for a train
He's a drifter and a driller of all wells
An old -school man of the world
Taught me how to drive his car
when he's too drunk to
An d it winked and gave
me money for the girls
Our lives was like some old western movie
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes 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
I was an old man with beer guts,
playin' dominoes
Lying about their lives while they'd play
I was just a kid,
they all called me a sidekick
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
One day I looked up and
he was pushing 80
There was brown tobacco stains
all down his chin
To me he's one of the her
oes of this country
So why's he all dressed up
like them old men
Drankin' beer and playin'
Moon and Fortitude
Like desperadoes waitin' for a train
Like desperadoes waitin'
for a train
Just before he died, I went to see him
I was grown, he was almost gone
So we closed our eyes
and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to that old song
I said, come on, Jack,
I swear this time it's coming
We're desperadoes waiting for a train
We're desperadoes
waiting for a train
We're desperadoes waiting for a
train
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