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I the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the and cry
Run his fingers seventy years of livin'
"I wonder, Lord, has every well I've gone dry?"
We were friends, me and old man

Like desperados waitin' for a
Desperados for a train

Well, he's a drifter an' a of oil wells
And an old school man of the
He taught me how to his car when he w's too drunk to
Oh, and he'd and give me money for the girls

An' our lives were like, old Western movie
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

An' from the that I could walk, he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Cafe
An' there was old men with guts and dominos
Oh, an they're lying 'bout their lives they played

An' I was just a kid, that they all his sidekick
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados for a train

One day I up and he's pushin' eighty
An' he's brown tobacco stains all his chin
Well, to me one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old

drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like a desperado waitin' for a
Like a desperado waitin' for a

An' then the day before he died, I to see him
I was and he was almost gone
So we just our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And another verse to that old song

Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is
We're like desperados waitin' for a
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados waitin' for a