Desperados Waiting For A Train

      D                                   A                      Bm
Yeah, I played the Red River Valley; he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
    G               A       D        Bm
Run fingers through seventy years of living
    G                                         A
And wonder if every well he'd drilled had gone dry
       A                    D
We was friends, me and this old man
Bm                       G
Desperados waiting for a train
Bm                       G
Desperados waiting for a train

   D
As soon as I could walk he'd take me with him
     A                             Bm
To a place called the Green Frog Cafe
          G            A             D       Bm
There was old men with beer guts and dominoes
G                                  A
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
    A                                       D
And I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
Bm                       G
Desperados waiting for a train
Bm                       G
Desperados waiting for a train

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             D
Yeah, he's a drifter, he's a driller of oil wells
        A                      Bm
He's an old school man of the world
   G                          A                       D
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
     G                                 A
He'd wink and give me money for the girls
          A                              D
And our lives was like some old Western movie
Bm                       G
Desperados waiting for a train
Bm                       G
Desperados waiting for a train

D
One day I looked up, and he's pushin' eighty
         A                                  Bm
He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
   G                    A               D
To me he was one of the heroes of this country
   G                                     A
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
         A                                D
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-Two
       Bm                      G
Like a desperado waiting for a train
       Bm                      G
Like a desperado waiting for a train

    D
The day before he died I went to see him
      A                               Bm
Yeah, I was grown, and he was almost gone
   G                      A                  D
We closed our eyes and we dreamed us up a kitchen
   G                                 A
We played another verse to that old song
(spoken)
"Yeah Jack, you know that son o' a bitch is comin'"
     Bm                       G
Like desperados waiting for a train
     Bm                       G
Like desperados waiting for a train
     Bm                       G
Like desperados waiting for a train
     Bm                       G
Like desperados waiting for a train
Bm                       G
Desperados waiting for a train
Bm                       G
Desperados waiting for a train
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