Jerry Jeff Walker — Desperados Waiting for a Train lyrics

Lyrics

Yeah I played the Red River Valley
Sit in the kitchen and cry
Run 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
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
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
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
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
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Desperados waiting for a train
Desperados waiting for a train