Desperados Waiting for a Train

{kris
 ] i'd sing the red river valley
 and he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
 and run his fingers through seventy years of living'
 wondering, lord, has every well i drilled ran dry
 we were friends, me and that old man
 like desperados waiting for the train
 like desperados waiting for the train
 {waylon
 ] he's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
 and an old school man of the world
 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
 like desperados waiting for the train
 like desperados waiting for the train
 from the time that i could walk he'd take me with him
 to a place called the green frog cafe
 and there was old men with beer guts and dominoes
 lying' about their lives while they played
 and i was called his sidekick[willie
 like desperados waiting for the train
 like desperados waiting for the train
 [john
 ] i looked up and he was pushing eighty
 and there was 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 some old man
 drinking' beer and playing' moon in forty-two
 like desperados waiting for the train
 like desperados waiting for the train
 [willie
 ] the day before he died i went to see him
 i was grown and he was almost gone
 so we just closed our eyes and dreamt us up a kitchen
 and sang another verse to that old song[john
 [waylon
 ]"come on, jack, that son of a guns a coming"
 like desperados waiting for the train
 like desperados waiting for the train
 like desperados waiting for the train