Desperadoes Waitin' For A Train By Jerry Jeff Walker Written By Guy Clark D A Bm Yeah, I played the Red River Valley and sit in the kitchen and cry G A D Bm Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' G A I wonder if has every well I've drilled gone dry A D We were friends, me and this old man ss Bm G|| Desperados waitin' for a train -i Bm G|| Desperados waitin' for a train -i Soon as I could walk he'd take me with him To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe There was old men with beer guts and dominoes Lying 'bout their lives while they played And I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick" Desperados waitin' for a train -i Desperados waitin' for a train -i He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells He's an old school man of the world Taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to And he'd wink and give me money for the girls And our lives were like, some old Western movie Desperados waitin' for a train -i Desperados waitin' for a train One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin To me he was a hero of this country So why's he all dressed up like them old men Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two Like desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train -i The day 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 one more verse to that old song Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-b***h is comin' Desperados waitin' for a train -i Desperados waitin' for a train.