Guy Clark - Desperadoes Waiting For A Train lyrics

I played the Red River Valley He'd sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' "I wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?" We were friends, me and this old man Like desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train Well, he's a drifter an' a driller of oil wells And an old school man of the world He taught me how to drive his car when he w's too drunk to Oh, and he'd wink and give me money for the girls An' our lives were like, some old Western movie Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train An' from the time that I could walk, he'd take me with him To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe An' there was old men with beer guts and dominos Oh, an they're lying 'bout their lives while they played An' I was just a kid, that they all called his sidekick Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty An' he's brown tobacco stains all down his chin Well, to me he's one of the heroes of this country So why's he all dressed up like them old men? He's drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two Like a desperado waitin' for a train Like a desperado waitin' for a train An' then the day before he died, I went to see him I was grown and 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-b**h is comin' We're like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train