The Highwaymen - Desperados Waiting for a Train lyrics
[The Highwaymen - Desperados Waiting for a Train lyrics]
I played the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
An' run his fingers through
70 years of living
An' wonder Lord, as ever
Will that drill run dry?
We were friends, me an this old man
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
He's a drifter, and a driller of oil wells
And an old-school man of the world
He'd let me drive his car
When he's too drunk to and he'd wink
And give me money for the girls
And our lives were like
Some old 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 old men
With beer-guts and dominoes
Lying about their lives while they play
And 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's pushing 80
And there's brown tobacco stains
All down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why is he all dressed
Up like them old men?
Drinking beer and playing Moon in 42
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
So we just closed our eyes
And dreamed of supper kitchens
And sang another verse to that old song
Come on Jack, that son-of-a-gun's a-coming
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
An' run his fingers through
70 years of living
An' wonder Lord, as ever
Will that drill run dry?
We were friends, me an this old man
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
He's a drifter, and a driller of oil wells
And an old-school man of the world
He'd let me drive his car
When he's too drunk to and he'd wink
And give me money for the girls
And our lives were like
Some old 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 old men
With beer-guts and dominoes
Lying about their lives while they play
And 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's pushing 80
And there's brown tobacco stains
All down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why is he all dressed
Up like them old men?
Drinking beer and playing Moon in 42
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
So we just closed our eyes
And dreamed of supper kitchens
And sang another verse to that old song
Come on Jack, that son-of-a-gun's a-coming
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train