Nanci Griffith Desperadoes Waiting for a Train lyrics

And I played the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and he'd cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?"
We were friends, me and this old man

Like desperadoes waitin' for a train
Like desperadoes waitin' 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 was too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like some old western movie

Like desperadoes waitin' for a train
Like desperadoes waitin' 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 'bout their lives while they played
And I was just a kid, they all called me, "Sidekick"

Like desperadoes waitin' for a train

Just like desperadoes waitin' for a train

One day, I looked up and he was pushin' eighty
And there was 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
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two

Like a desperado waitin' for a train
Like a desperado waitin' for a train

And the day 'fore 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 one more verse to that old song
Come on, Jack, that son of a bitch is comin'

We're like desperadoes waitin' for a train
Like desperadoes waitin' for a train

Like desperadoes waitin' for a train
Like desperadoes waitin' for a train