I'd play The Red River Valley

He'd sit out in the kitchen and cry

And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'

And wonder Lord has every well I drilled run dry

We were friends me and this ol' man

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

He was a drifter and a driller of oil wells

Ol' school man of the world

He let me drive his car when he was too drunk to

He'd wink and give me money for the girls

And our lives were like some ol' western movie

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him

To a bar called The Green Frog Cafe

And there were ol' men with beer guts and dominos

Lyin' 'bout their lives while they played

I was just a kid they called his sidekick

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

One day I looked up and he was pushin' eighty

And ther was brown tobacco stains on all down his chin

To me he's one of the heros of this country

So why's he dressed up like them ol' men

Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-Two

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

The day before he died I went to see him

I was grown and he was almost gone

We just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen

And sang another verse to that ol' song

C'mon Jack That son of a gun's a-comin'

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train