I played the Red River Valley He'd sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder: "Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?"
We was friends, me and this old man We's like desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train
He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells 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
We was just kids, me and this old man We's like desperados waitin' for a train 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 Well, 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
Just before he died I went to see him I was grown and he was almost gone So we just 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 Desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a train Desperados waitin' for a trainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
