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(Kristofferson) |
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I played the Red River Valley |
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And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry |
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An' run his fingers through 70 years of livin' |
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An' wonder Lord, as ever, will that drill run dry? |
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We were friends, me an this old man |
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(All) |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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(Jennings) |
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He's a drifter, and a driller of oil wells |
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And an old-school man of the world |
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He'd let me drive his car when he's too drunk to |
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And he'd wink, and give me money for the girls |
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And our lives were like some old western movie |
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(All) |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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(Nelson) |
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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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And there were old men, with beer-guts and dominoes |
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Lying about their lives while they play |
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And I was just a kid, they called his sidekick |
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(All) |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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(Cash) |
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One day I looked up, and he's pushing 80 |
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And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin |
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To me he's one of the heroes of this country |
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So why is he all dressed up like them old men? |
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Drinkin' beer and playing Moon in 42 |
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(All) |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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(Nelson) |
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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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(Cash) |
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So we just closed our eyes and dreamed of supper kitchens |
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And sang another verse to that old song |
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(Jennings spoken) |
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Come on Jack, that son-of-a-gun's a-comin'. |
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(All) |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
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Like desperados waiting for a train |
