Desperadoes Waiting for a Train

I played the Red River Valley
 He'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
 Run his fingers through 70 years of living
 And wonder Lord, as ever, will that drill run dry?
 We were friends, me an this old man
 Desperados waiting for a train
 Like desperados waiting for a train
 
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 He's a drifter, and a driller of oil wells
 And 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
 Desperados waiting for a train
 Like desperados waiting 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
 And there were old men, with beer guts and dominoes
 
 Lying about their lives while they play
 I was just a kid, they called his sidekick
 Desperados waiting for a train
 Like desperados waiting for a train
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 One day I looked up, and he's pushing eighty
 Brown tobacco stains all down his chin
 To me he's one of the heroes of this country
 Why is he all dressed up like them old men?
 Drinking beer and playing moon in forty-two
 Desperados waiting for a train
 Like desperados waiting for a train
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 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 dreamed of supper kitchens
 And sang another verse to that old song
 Come on Jack, that son of a gun's a coming
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 Desperados waiting for the train
 Desperados waiting for the train
 
 Desperados waiting for the train
 Desperados waiting for the train