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Desperadoes Waiting For A Train - Guy Clark |
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I played the Red River Valley. |
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He'd sit in the kitchen and cry. |
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Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. |
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"I wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?". |
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We were friends, me and this old man, |
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Like desperados waitin' for a train. |
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Desperados waitin' for a train. |
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Well, he's a drifter an' a driller of oil wells. |
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And an old school man of the world. |
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He taught me how to drive his car when he w's too drunk to. |
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Oh, and he'd wink and give me money for the girls. |
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An' our lives were like, some old Western movie, |
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Like desperados waitin' for a train. |
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Like desperados waitin' for a train. |
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An' from the time that I could walk, he'd take me with him, |
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To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe. |
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An' there was old men with beer guts and dominos. |
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Oh, an they're lying 'bout their lives while they played. |
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An' I was just a kid, that they all called his sidekick, |
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Like desperados waitin' for a train. |
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Like desperados waitin' for a train. |
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One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty. |
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An' he's brown tobacco stains all down his chin. |
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Well, to me he's one of the heroes of this country, |
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So why's he all dressed up like them old men? |
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He's drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two. |
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Like a desperado waitin' for a train. |
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Like a desperado waitin' for a train. |
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An' then the day before he died, I went to see him, |
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I was grown and he was almost gone. |
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So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen, |
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And sang another verse to that old song. |
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Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'. |
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We're like desperados waitin' for a train |
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Like desperados waitin' for a train. |
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Like desperados waitin' for a train. |
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Like desperados waitin' for a train. |
