Desperadoes waiting for a train

I played the Red River Valley
Hed sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin
'I wonder, Lord, has every well Ive drilled gone dry?'
We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin for a train
Desperados waitin for a train
Well, hes a drifter an a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he ws too drunk to
Oh, and hed wink and give me money for the girls
An our lives were like, some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin for a train
Like desperados waitin for a train
An from the time that I could walk, hed take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
An there was old men with beer guts and dominos
Oh, an theyre lying bout their lives while they played
An I was just a kid, that they all called his sidekick
Like desperados waitin for a train
Like desperados waitin for a train
One day I looked up and hes pushin eighty
An hes brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well, to me hes one of the heroes of this country
So whys he all dressed up like them old men?
Hes drinkin beer and playin Moon and Forty-two
Like a desperado waitin for a train
Like a desperado waitin for a train
An then 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, that son-of-a-***** is comin
Were like desperados waitin for a train
Like desperados waitin for a train
Like desperados waitin for a train
Like desperados waitin for a train