(Guy Clark)      I'd play the Red River Valley   And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry   Run his fingers through seventy years of living and wonder   Lord, has every well I drilled gone dry   We was friends me and this old man   Desperados waiting for the train   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   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 bar called the Green Frog Cafe   There was old men with beer guts playin' dominos   Lyin' bout their lives while they'd play   I was just a kid they all called his sidekick   Like desperados waiting for the train   Like desperados waiting for the train.      One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty   There's 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 them old men   Drinking beer and playing moon and 42   Like desperados waiting for the train   Like desperados waiting for the train.      Just 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 another verse to that old song   He said come on Jack I swear this time it's comin'   And we're desperados waiting for the train   We're desperados waiting for the train.      We're desperados waiting for the train...