Guy Clark      I played the Red River Valley    He'd sit in the kitchen and cry    Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'    "I wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?"    We were friends, me and this old man    Like desperados waitin' for a train    Desperados waitin' for a train       He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells   He's an old school man of the world    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 were like, some old Western movie    Like desperados waitin' for a train    Like desperados waitin' 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 desperados waitin' for a train    Like desperados waitin' for a train       One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty   He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin    To me he was a hero of this country    So why's he all dressed up like them old men    Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two    Like desperados waitin' for a train    Desperados waitin' for a train       The day before he died I went to see him   I was grown and he was almost gone.    So we closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen    And sang one more verse to that old song    Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'       Desperados waitin' for a train    Desperados waitin' for a train.