Desperados Waiting For The Train Guy Clark

[Verse 1]
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled gone dry?"
We was friends, me and this old man

[Chorus]
We was like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

[Verse 2]
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 was like some old western movie

[Chorus]
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

[Verse 3]
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
And there was old men with beer guts and dominoes
Lying 'bout their lives while they'd played
And I was just a kid that they all called his sidekick