Desperadoes Waiting For A Train (LP版)-Nanci Griffith

And I'd play the red river valley And he'd sit in the kitchen and he'd cry And run his fingers Through seventy years of living And wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry We were friends me and this old man Like desperadoes waiting for a train Like desperadoes waiting for a train Well he's a drifter and a driller of oil wells And 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 girld And our lives were like some old western movie Like desperadoes waiting for a train Like desperadoes waiting for a train From the time that I could walk He'd take me with him To a bar called the green frog cafe There was old men with beer guts and dominoes Lying about their lives while they played And I was just a kid They all called me sidekick Like desperadoes waiting for a train Like desperadoes waiting for a train One day I looked up and He was pushing eighty And there was brown tobacco stains All down his chin To me he was one of the heroes Of this country So why's he all dressed up like them old men Drinking beer amd playing moon and forty-two Like desperadoes waiting for a train Like desperadoes waiting for a train And then the day before he died I went to see him And 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, the son-of-a-b**ch is coming We're like desperadoes waiting for a train Like desperadoes waiting for a train