Guy Clark 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
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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
Lyrics: Desperados Waiting for the Train, Guy Clark [end]