Desperados waiting for a train
C - F - G (2x)
C - Bb - F
1. I'd play the Red River valley,
G Am
and
he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry,
F Dm
C - Am
and
run his fingers through seventy years of livin',
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and
wonder, “Lord, has every well I've drilled run dry ?
G C
We were friends me and this
old man.
Am F
Like desperadoes waiting for a train !
Am F
- F - Em - Dm - G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train !
C
- Bb - F
2. He's a drifter, and a driller of oil wells,
G Am
and
an old school man of the world.
F Dm C - Am
He lets me drive his car when
he’s too drunk to,
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and
he'd wink and give me money for the girls.
G
C
And our lives were like some
old Western movie.
Am
F
Like desperadoes waiting for a train !
Am F - F - Em - Dm -
G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train !
C
- Bb - F
3. From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
G Am
to a
bar called the Green Frog Café.
F Dm C -
Am
There were old men with beer
guts and dominoes,
F
Dm G
lying
'bout their lives while they played .
G
C
And I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick".
Am
F
Like desperadoes waiting for a train !
Am
F - F - Em
- Dm - G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train !
C - Bb - F
4. One day I looked up and he is pushin'
eighty,
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Am
and there's
brown tobacco stains all down his chin.
F
Dm C - Am
To me he's one of the heroes
of this country,
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so
why's he all dressed up like them old men,
G
C
drinkin' beer and playin'
Moon and Forty-two ?
Am
F
Like desperadoes waiting for a train !
Am
F - F - Em
- Dm - G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train !
C - Bb
- F
5. The day before he died I went to see him,
G
Am
I was grown and he was almost
gone.
F Dm C - Am
So we just closed our eyes and
dreamed us up a kitchen,
F Dm G
and
sang another verse of that old song.
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"Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin !"
Am F
+ Like desperadoes
waiting for a train ! (4x)
(orig. = capo 2nd) (Highwaymen)