Tom: Em
D C B
I'd play the red river valley
A Bm
and he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
G F# Em A D Bm
and run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
G F# Em A
and wonder lord, has every well I've drilled run dry
A D
we were friends me and this old man.
chorus:
Bm G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train,
Bm G F# Em A
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
E|---Th| e rest of the song goes the same way---
He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He 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 was like, some old Western movie
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes 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
There was old men with beer guts and dominoes
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
Just like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
One day I looked up and he was pushin' eighty
There's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Just like a desperado waiting for a train
Like a desperado waiting for a train
Then 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 us up a kitchen
And sang another verse of that old song
"Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'"
And we're desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
