and iiiii’d play the reeeev rhythm valley. and he'sd siiiit and kiiiiitchn and cry. and run his FINNNNGERRS through seven day years of living. and wonder lord as ever will our drill gon’ dry? we’ll strands, and hnanny his old man was like DESPERADOS RWAITING FOR A TRAIN. LIKE DESPRADRODOS WAITING FOR TA TRAIIIIIN. welll, he’s a drifter, and a DRILLERRR of oil wells. and an olllld schoool man of the world. he taught me HOW TO DRIIIVE HIS car AND HE’S DRUNK TOO to. and hej’d wink, give him money, for the girls. and lour lives was like some old western movie, WE’RE LIKE DESPERADOS WATIIN F OR A TRAIN. LIKE DESPERADOS, WAITING FOR A TRAINNNN. and from the tiiiime that i could walk, ehe’d take me with him. to a barrrr called the green rfrog café. and there was OLLLLD MEN WITH EBEER GUTS ndd oooominos. lying ‘bout their lives, while they play. and i just a kid, the day all called me sidekick, it wasl ike DESPERADOS, WATIIGN FRO A TRAIN. ;IKE DESPEARDOOOS WAITING OFR A TRAIIIIN. there one day iiii lookoked up and he’s pusing 80. and as brown tobacco stains alll odown his chin. WLEL, I MENA HE’S ONE OF THE HEROES OF THIS COUNTRY. so whyyyy’s he all dressed up? like them old men? dranking beeer and playing moon and 42, just like ADESPWRARDO, WAITING FOR A TRAIN. LIKE A DESPERADO, WAITING FOR A TRAIIIIIIN,. and in the dayyy before he died i went to see him. bliiihh was grown and heeee’s almost gone. so we just CLOSED OUR EYES AND dreamed of sub kitchen. and sannnng another verse, of that old song. come on, jack, it’s a son of a bitch is coming. now we’re DESPERARDOS, WAITING RFOR A TRAIN. S;KELE LDESPERADOS WATIING ROR A TRAIN. LIKE DESPERADOS, WAITING FOR A TRAIN. LIKE DESPERADOS, WAITING FOR A TRAIIIIIIIIIIIN.
