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I'd play the Red River
And sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' I've drilled run dry?"

We friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados for a train

He's a drifter and a of oil wells
And an old man of the world
He let me his car
When he's too to

And wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like old western movie
Like desperados for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Cafe
There were old men with beer guts and
'bout their lives while they'd played

And I was a kid
They all his "Sidekick"
Like desperados for a train
Like desperados for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushin'
And there's tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of country
So why's he all dressed up like old men

Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and
desperados waitin' for a train
Like waitin' for a train

A day before he died, I to see him
I was and he was almost gone
So we just closed our and dreamed us up a kitchen
And another verse to that old song
"Come on, Jack, son of a guns are comin' "

Like desperados for a train
Like desperados for a train
Like waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train