Текст песни Desperados Waiting For A Train - Guy Clark
I
played
the
Red
River
Valley
He'd
sit
in
the
kitchen
and
cry
Run
his
fingers
through
Seventy
years
of
livin'
And
wonder:
"Lord,
why
has
every
well
I've
drilled
gone
dry?"
We
were
friends,
Me
and
this
old
man
We's
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
He
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
was
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
dominos
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
Well
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
Jus'
like
desperados
Waitin'
for
a
train
Like
a
desperado
Waitin'
for
a
train
The
day
'fore
he
died
I
went
to
see
him
I
was
grown
and
he
was
Almost
gone.
So
we
just
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'"
We're
desperados
Waitin'
for
a
train
Was
like
desperados
Waitin'
for
a
train
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