Jerry Jeff Walker — Desperados Waiting For A Train

[Verse 1] Yeah I played the Red River Valley Sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' He'd wonder if every well he'd drilled'd gone dry We was friends, me and this old man Desperados waiting for a train Desperados waiting for a train [Verse 2] Soon as I could walk he'd take me with him To a place called the Green Frog Café There was old men with beer guts and dominos Lying 'bout their lives while they played And I was just a kid, they all called me Sidekick Desperados waiting for a train Desperados waiting for a train [Verse 3] Yeah he's a drifter, he's a driller of oil wells He's an old school man of the world He taught me how to drive his car when he's too drunk to And he'd wink and give me money for the girls And our lives was like some old Western movie Desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train [Verse 4] One day I looked up and he's pushing eighty He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin To me he's one of the heroes of this country Now why's he all dressed up like them old men? Just drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-Two Like a desperado waiting for a train Like a desperado waiting for a train [Verse 5] The day before he died, I went to see him Yeah, I was grown, and he was almost gone We closed our eyes, and we dreamed us up a kitchen We played another verse of that old song Yeah, Jack, you know, that son-of-a-bitch is comin' Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train [Outro] Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Desperados waiting for a train Desperados waiting for a train