Karaoké Desperados Waiting for a Train The Highwaymen

I'd play the Red River Valley and he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry

And run his fingers through seventy years of living and wonder Lord has every well I'd drilled run dry

We were friends

Me an this old man

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells and an old-school man of the world

He'd let me drive his car when he's 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 waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him to a bar called the Green Frog Cafe

And there were old men with beer-guts and dominoes lying about their lives while they play

And I was just a kid they called his sidekick

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushing eighty

And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin

To me he's one of the heroes of this country

So why is he all dressed up like them old men

Drinking beer and playing Moon and Forty-Two

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

The day before he died

I went to see him

I was grown and he was almost gone

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

And sang another verse to that old song

Come on Jack

That son-of-a-gun's a-coming

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train