Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Desperadoes Waiting for a Train, artist - Guy Clark.
Date of issue: 17.04.2016
Song language: English
Desperadoes Waiting for a Train |
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 |
He’s a drifter, a driller of oil wells |
He’s an old school man of the world |
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 were like, some old Western movie |
Like desperados waitin' for a train |
Like desperados 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 |
I was just a kid, they all called me «Sidekick» |
Just like desperados waitin' for a train |
Like desperados waitin' for a train |
One day I looked up and he’s pushin' eighty |
He’s got brown tobacco stains all down his chin |
To me he was a hero of this country |
So why’s he all dressed up like them old men |
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two |
Like desperados waitin' for a train |
Desperados waitin' for a train |
The day before he died I went to see him |
I was grown and he was almost gone. |
So we 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' |
Desperados waitin' for a train |
Desperados waitin' for a train. |