Текст песни Jerry Jeff Walker - Desperadoes Waitin` For A Train
Jerry Jeff Walker - Desperadoes Waitin` For A Train слова песни
Guy ClarkI played the Red River Valley He`d sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin` "I wonder, Lord, has every well I`ve drilled gone dry?" We were friends, me and this old man Like desperados waitin` for a train Desperados waitin` for a train He`s a drifter, a driller of oil wellsHe`s an old school man of the world Taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk toAnd 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 trainFrom the time that I could walk he`d take me with himTo a bar called the Green Frog Cafe There was old men with beer guts and dominoes Lying `bout their lives while they played I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick" Just like desperados waitin` for a train Like desperados waitin` for a train One day I looked up and he`s pushin` eightyHe`s got brown tobacco stains all down his chin 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 The day before he died I went to see himI was grown and he was almost gone. So we 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.