Guy Clark: Desperados Waiting For A Train

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Desperados Waitin' For a Train 			Guy Clark 


C            F         C        Bb 
I played the Red River Valley 

G                           Am
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry 

        F                       C     Em  Am 
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' 

           F                                      G     G7
"I wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?" 

G                                C
We were friends, me and this old man 

         Am                       F
Like two desperados waitin' for a train 

    Am                       F       G  G7
Two desperados waitin' for a train 



He was a drifter, a driller of oil wells
A teacher, a schoolman of the world 
Taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
He'd wink and give me money for the girls 
And our lives were like, well, some old Western movie 
Like desperados waitin' for a train 
Like desperados waitin' for a train

Yeah, from the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe 
Where old men with beer guts and dominoes 
Would lie about their lives while they played 
And I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick" 
Just like desperados waitin' for a train 
Like desperados waitin' for a train 

Well, one day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
Brown tobacco stains all down his chin 
To me he was a hero of this country 
So what's he doin' all dressed up like them old men 
Just drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two 
We were desperados waitin' for a train 
Desperados waitin' for a train 

The day before he died I went to see him
I was grown, he, almost gone. 
But we closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen 
And sang one more verse to that old song 
(spoken) Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin' 

Desperados waitin' for a train 
Desperados waitin' for a train. 

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