Guy Clark Desperados Waiting For The Train Lyrics

Desperados Waiting For The Train Lyrics



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 every well I drilled gone dry

We was friends me and this old man

We're like desperados waiting for the train like desperados waiting for the
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 the train like desperados waiting for the 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 dominos

Lyin' bout their lives while they'd play

And I was just a kid they all called his sidekick

Like desperados waiting for the train like desperados waiting for the 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

Drinkin' beer and playin' moon and forty-two

Like desperados waiting for the train like desperados waiting for the train



And 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 I swear this time it's comin'

And we're like desperados waiting for the train like desperados waiting for the
train

Like desperados waiting for the train like desperados waiting for the train