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I'd sing the Red River Valley And he'd sit in the kitchen and cryRun his fingers through seventy years of livin'Wonder Lord has every well I drilled ran dryWe were friends me and that old manLike desperados waiting for the train Like desperados waiting for the trainHe's a drifter and a driller of oil wells And an old school man of the worldTaught me how to drive his car when he's too drunk toAnd he'd wink and give me money for the girlsAnd our lives was like some old western movieLike desperados waiting for the train like desperados waiting for the trainFrom the time that I could walk he take me with himTo a place called the Green Frog CafeThere was old men with beer guts and dominosLyin' bout their lives while they'd playAnd I was just a kid that they all called his sidekickLike desperados waiting for the train Like desperados waiting for the trainNow I looked up and he was pushin' eightyAnd there's brown tobacco stains all down his chinTo me he's one of the heroes of this countryLetras de cancionesSo why's he all dressed up like some old menDrinking beer and playing moon and 42Like desperados waiting for the train Like desperados waiting for the trainThen just before he died I went to see him I was grown and he was almost goneWe just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchenAnd sang another verse to that old song(Don't cry Jack it's only Jesus comin')Like desperados waiting for the train Like desperados waiting for the trainLike desperados waiting for the train From Letras Mania