Desperados Waiting For A Train
Guy Clark

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Yeah, I'd play the Red River Valley
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And hed sit in the kitchen and cry
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And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' 
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And wonder Lord, has every well I drilled run dry
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We were friends me and this old man
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Like desperados waiting for a train
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Like desperados waiting for a train

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He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
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And an old school man of this world
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He taught me how to drive his car when he's too drunk to
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And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
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And our lives was like some old western movie
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Like desperados waiting for a train
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Like desperados waiting for a train

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From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
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To a bar called the Green Frog Caf
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And there was old men there with beer guts and dominoes
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Lyin' 'bout their lives while they'd play
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And I was just a kid they all called his sidekick
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Like desperados waiting for a train
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Like desperados waiting for a train
 
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One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
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And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
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To me he's one of the heroes of this country
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So why's he all dressed up like them old men
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Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon & 42
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Like desperados waiting for a train
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Like desperados waiting for a train

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The day before he died I went to see him
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I was grown and he was almost gone
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So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
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And sang another verse to that old song
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Come on Jack, that son of a bitch is coming
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Like desperados waiting for a train
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Like desperados waiting for a train