Desperados Waiting For A Train (Clark Guy)

C F C B I played the Red River Valley G Am He'd sit in the kitchen and cry F C Em Am Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' F G G7 "I wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?" G C We were friends, me and this old man Am F Like two desperados waitin' for a train Am F G G7 Two desperados waitin' for a train He was a drifter, a driller of oil wells A teacher, a schoolman of the world Taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to He'd wink and give me money for the girls And our lives were like, well, some old Western movie Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train Yeah, from the time that I could walk he'd take me with him To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe Where old men with beer guts and dominoes Would lie about their lives while they played And I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick" Just like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train Well, one day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty Brown tobacco stains all down his chin To me he was a hero of this country So what's he doin' all dressed up like them old men Just drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two We were desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train The day before he died I went to see him I was grown, he, almost gone. But we closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen And sang one more verse to that old song spoken Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin' Desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train.