Jack Ingram - Desperados Waiting for a Train Lyrics

I'd play the red river valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through 70 years of living
And wonder, Lord has every well I've drilled gone dry?
We was friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
An old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car
When he's too drunk to
He'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like some old western movie
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a place called the Green Frog Café
It was old men with beer guts and dominoes
Lying about their lives while they played
Yeah I was just a kid
They all called me sidekick
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
And one day I looked up, he was pushing eighty
Had brown tobacco of stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
He's drinking beer, playing Moon and Forty-Two
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
On the day before he died, I went to see him
I was grown, he was almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse of that old song
So come on Jack, that son of a bitch is coming
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train