Desperados Waitin’ For a Train Guy Clark
I played the
Red River
Valley C 2 G 2
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
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4 A 2 3 4
He was a drifter, a
driller of
oil wells C 2 G 2
A
teacher, a schoolman of the
world 2 3 4
Let me
drive his car when he was too
drunk to
~
He’d
wink and give me money for the
girls
And our lives were like some old Western
movie
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4 A 2 3 4
From the
time that I could
walk he’d take me
with him C 2 G 2
To a
bar called the Green Frog Caf-
e 2 3 4
Where
old men with beer guts and
dominoes
~
Would
lie about their lives while they
played
And I was just a kid, they all called
”Sidekick”
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4 A 2 3 4
Well,
one day I looked
up and he’s pushin’
eighty C 2 G 2
Brown tobacco stains all down his
chin 2 3 4
To
me he was a hero of this
country
~
So
why’s he all dressed up like them old
men
Just drinkin’ beer and playin’ Moon and
Forty-two
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4 A 2 3 4
The
day before he
died I went to
see him C 2 G 2
I was grown and he was almost
gone 2 3 4
But we
closed our eyes and dreamed us up a
kitchen
~
And
sang another verse to that old
song
(spoken)
Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-gun is
comin’
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4
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desperados waitin’ for a
train 2 3 4
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train 2 3 4 Bm end