Desperados Waiting for the Train

Desperados Waiting for the Train - Bobby Bare

I'd play the Red River Valley

And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry

Run his fingers through seventy years

Of living and wonder

Lord has every well I drilled gone dry

We was friends me and this old man

Desperados waiting for the train

Desperados waiting for the train

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

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 bar called the Green Frog Cafe

There was old men with beer guts playing dominos

Lying about their lives while they'd play

I was just a kid they all called his sidekick

Like desperados waiting for the train

Like desperados waiting for the train

One day I looked up and he's pushing eighty

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

Drinking beer and playing moon and 42

Like desperados waiting for the train

Like desperados waiting for the train

Just before he died I went to see him

I was grown and he was almost gone

So we closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen

And sang another verse to that old song

He said come on Jack I swear this time it's coming

Desperados waiting for the train

We're desperados waiting for the train

We're desperados waiting for the train