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I'd play the Red River Valley He’d sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of living "I wonder, Lord, has every well I drilled gone dry?" We was friends, me and this old man Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train He's a drifter and 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 He'd wink and give me money for the girls And our lives was like some old Western movie Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him To a place called Green Frog Café It was old men with beer guts and dominos Lyin' 'bout their lives while they played Yeah I was just a kid, they all called me Sidekick Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train One day I looked up, he was pushing eighty Had brown tobacco stains all down his chin Letras de cancionesTo me he's one of the heroes of this country So why's he all dressed up like them old men? He's drinking beer, playin’ Moon and Forty-Two Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train On the day before he died I went to see him I was grown, he was almost gone So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen And sang another verse to that old song Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin’ Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train From Letras Mania