Desperadoes Waitin` For A Train — текст песни (Jerry Jeff Walker)

Guy Clark

I played the Red River Valley
He`d sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin`
"I wonder, Lord, has every well I`ve drilled gone dry?"
We were friends, me and this old man
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
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 were 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 dominoes
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
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
Like desperados waitin` for a train
Desperados waitin` for a train

The day before he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we 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`

Desperados waitin` for a train
Desperados waitin` for a train.