Desperados Waiting for a Train

I'd play the red river valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through 70 years of living
And wonder, Lord has every well I've drilled gone dry?
We was friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
An old school man of the world
He taught me how to [C7]drive his car
When he's too drunk to
He'd wink and [Bm]give me money for [Dm7]the girls
And our lives was [Am7]like [F]some old western movie
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a place called the Green Frog Café
It was [Am7]old men with beer guts and [Bm]dominoes
Lying about their lives while they played
Yeah I was [Am7]just a kid
They all [Em]called me sidekick
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
And one day I looked up, he was [Am7]pushing eighty
Had brown tobacco of stains all [Em]down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this countɾy
So why's he all [Em]dressed up like [F]them [A]old men
He's drinking beer, playing Moon [C7]and [Bm]Forty-Two
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
On the day before he died, I went to [C7]see him
I was [Am7]grown, he was [Am7]almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and [Bm]dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse of that old song
So come on [C7]Jack, that son [C7]of a bitch is coming
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain
Like desperados waiting for [Dm7]a tɾain