Lyrics:

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 livin'
Wonder, 'Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?'
We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells

And an old school man of the world
He taught me how to 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 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 dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they'd played
And I was just a kid
They all called his 'Sidekick'
It's like desperados waitin' for a train
It's like desperados waitin' for a train
One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty

And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men?
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
It's like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

A day before he died, I went to see him
And I was grown and he was almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to that old song
'Come on, Jack, that son of a guns are comin''
We're desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
We're like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train