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I played the Red River Valley and he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
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An' run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
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An' wonder Lord, as ever, will that drill run dry?
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We were friends, me and this old man
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Like desperados waitin' for a train
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Like desperados waitin' for a train
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From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
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To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
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There was old men with beer guts and dominoes
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Lying 'bout their lives while they played
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And I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
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Like desperados waitin' for a train
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Like desperados waitin' for a train
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He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
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And an old school man of the world
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He'd let me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
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And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
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And our lives were like, some old Western movie
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Like desperados waitin' for a train
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Like desperados waitin' for a train
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One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
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And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
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To me he was a hero of this country
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So why's he all dressed up like them old men
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Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
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Like desperados waitin' for a train
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Like desperados waitin' for a train
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The day before he died I went to see him
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I was grown and he was almost gone.
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So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
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And sang another verse to that old song
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Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-gun's are comin'
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Like desperados waitin' for a train
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Like desperados waitin' for a train