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I'd play the Red River
And he'd sit out in the and cry
And run his fingers through seventy of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've run dry?"

We were friends, me and old man
Like waitin' for a train
Like waitin' for a train

He's a and a driller of oil wells
And an old man of the world
He let me his car
he's too drunk to

And he'd and give me money for the girls
And our lives were some old western movie
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

From the time that I could walk he'd me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog
were old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they'd

And I was a kid
all called his "Sidekick"
Like waitin' for a train
Like waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and he's eighty
And there's brown stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of country
So why's he all dressed up them old men

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

A day before he died, I to see him
I was grown and he was almost
So we just closed our and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to old song
"Come on, Jack, that son of a guns are "

Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados waitin' for a