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

Like desperados for a train
waitin' for a train

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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