Desperados Waiting For A Train Songtext / Lyric

I played the Red River Valley when he sat out in the kitchen and cried
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder Lord if ever will that drill one dry
We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

He's a drifter and a driller of oil ville
And an old school-man of the world
Let me drive his car when he's too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And I like for some old western movie
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

From the time that I could walk he take me with him
To a bar or the green frog cafe
And there were old men with beer, guts and domino
Lying down their lives while they played
And I was just a kid they called him slightly
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

One day I look up and he's pushing eighties
And there's brown and black stains right down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So wise he always dressed up like that moment
Drinking beer and playing moon and forty-two
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

The day before he died I went to see him
I was strong and he was almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed at supper kitchen
And sang another verse of that old song
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train