Desperados Waiting For A Train

I'd play the Red River Valley
 And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
 And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
 And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?"
 We was friends, me and this old man
 Like desperados waitin' for a train
 Desperados waitin' for a train
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 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 girls
 And our lives were like some old western movie
 Like desperados waitin' for a train
 Desperados waitin' for a train
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 From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
 To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
 There were old men with beer guts and dominos
 Lying 'bout their lives while they'd played
 And I was just a kid
 They all called Sidekick
 Like desperados waitin' for a train
 Desperados waitin' for a train
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 One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
 And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
 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 desperados waitin' for a train
 Desperados waitin' for a train
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 A 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 bitch is coming
 Like desperados waitin' for a train
 Desperados waitin' for a train
 Desperados waitin' for a train
 Desperados waitin' for a train