Guy Clark – Desperados Waiting For A Train (Guitar)

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I'd play the Red River Valley

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And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry

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And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'

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And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled gone dry?"

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We was friends, me and this old man

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Like desperados waitin' for a train

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Like desperados waitin' for a train

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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 taught me how to drive his car

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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 was like some old western movie

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Like desperados waitin' for a train

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Like desperados waitin' for a train

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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 was old men with beer guts and dominos

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Lying 'bout their lives while they played

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And I was just a kid

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They all called his "Sidekick"

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Like desperados waitin' for a train

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Like desperados waitin' for a train

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One day I looked up and he was pushin' eighty

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And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin

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Well, to me he's one of the heroes of this country

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So why's he all dressed up like them old men

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Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two

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Just like a desperado waitin' for a train

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Like a desperado waitin' for a train

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A 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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So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen

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And sang another verse to that old song

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"Come on, Jack, that son of a bitch is comin' "

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We're desperados waitin' for a train

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Like desperados waitin' for a train

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Like desperados waitin' for a train

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Like desperados waitin' for a train