VERSE 1
C G
I'd play the Red River Valley,
Am Dm
and he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry.
D F Fm
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
C G Am
And wonder Lord, has every well I drilled run dry.
Dm
We were friends me and this old man.
CHORUS
F G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train,
F G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train,
F G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train,
F Fm C
Like desperadoes waiting for a train.
VERSE 2
C G
He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells,
Am Dm
and an old school man of the world,
D F Fm
He'd let me drive his car when he's too drunk to,
C G Am
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls,
Dm
And our lives was like some old western movie.
VERSE 3
C G
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him,
Am Dm
to a bar called the Green Frog Cafe,
D F Fm
And there was old men with beer guts and dominoes,
C G Am
Lyin' 'bout their lives while they'd play,
Dm
And I was just a kid they called his sidekick
VERSE 4
C G
One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty,
Am Dm
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin,
D F Fm
To me he's one of the heroes of this country,
C G Am
So why's he all dressed up like them old men,
Dm
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty Two
VERSE 5
C G
The day before he died I went to see him
Am Dm
I was grown and he was almost gone
D F Fm
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
C G Am
And sang another verse to that old song
Dm
Come on Jack, that son of a bitch is a-coming.
