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I played the Red River
sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through years of livin'
"I wonder, Lord, has every I've drilled gone dry?"
We friends, me and this old man

Like desperados waitin' for a
waitin' for a train

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

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

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

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

One day I looked up and he's pushin'
An' he's brown tobacco stains all down his
Well, to me he's one of the heroes of country
So he all dressed up like them old men?

He's drinkin' beer and Moon and Forty-two
a desperado waitin' for a train
Like a desperado waitin' for a

An' then the day he died, I went to see him
I was grown and he was 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 waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train
Like waitin' for a train
desperados waitin' for a train