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Guy Clark
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Desperados Waiting for a Train
Lyricist:Guy Clark
And I played the Red River Valley And he'd sit in the kitchen and he'd cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, 'Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?' We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train
Well, he's a drifter and a driller of oil wells An old school man of the world He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to Oh, and he'd wink and give me money for the girls And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train
And from the time that 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 dominos Oh, and they're lying 'bout their lives while they played And I was just a kid, they all called me 'Sidekick'
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And one day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty And he's brown tobacco stains all down his chin Well, to me he was one of a heroes of this country So why's he all dressed up like them old men He's drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like a desperado waitin' for a train Like a desperado waitin' for a train
And the day 'fore he died I went to see him And 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, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'
We're like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train
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