Letras de Desperados Waiting for the Train

And I′d sing the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of living
Wondering, "Lord, does every well I drilled ran dry?"
We were friends, me and that old man

Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train

He′s a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
Taught me how to drive his car when he's too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like some old western movie

Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train

From the time that I could walk, he′d take me with him
To a place called the Green Frog Cafe
And there was old men with beer guts and dominoes
Lying ′bout their lives while they played
And I was just a kid that they all called a sidekick

Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train

And I looked up and he was pushing eighty
And there was brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why′s he all dressed up like some old man?
Drinking beer and playing Moon and 42

Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the 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 dreamt us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to that old song
Don't cry, Jack, it′s only Jesus coming

Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the train