Chords
Desperados Waiting For A Train

Key: D

Introduction:

D                         A                         D                            A                                                            Bm  
I played the Red River Valley and he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
          G                                                            D                                      Bm  
An' run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
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An' wonder Lord, as ever, will that drill run dry?
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We were friends, me and this old man
Bm                                                                    G  
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Bm                                                                    G                             D    A  
Like desperados waitin' for a train
     D                                                                    A                                                 Bm  
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
  G                                              A                            Bm  
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
  G                                                            A                                    D  
There was old men with beer guts and dominoes
     G                                              D                                         A  
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
          A                                                                                         D  
And I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
Bm                                                                    G  
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Bm                                                                    G                             D    A  
Like desperados waitin' for a train
  D                                 A                                            Bm  
He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
G                                              A                            Bm  
And an old school man of the world
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He'd let me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
     G                                                            D                                      A  
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
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And our lives were like, some old Western movie
Bm                                                                    G  
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Bm                                                                    G                             D    A  
Like desperados waitin' for a train
  D                                 A                                            Bm  
One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
     G                                                    A                                         Bm  
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
     G                                                                 D  
To me he was a hero of this country
  G                                              D                                            A  
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
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Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Bm                                                            G  
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Bm                                                            G                             D    A  
Like desperados waitin' for a train
  D                                         A                                            Bm  
The day before he died I went to see him
     G                                 A                                 Bm  
I was grown and he was almost gone.
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So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
        G                                    D                                            A  
And sang another verse to that old song
     A                                                                                      D  
Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-gun's are comin'
Bm                                                                    G  
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Bm                                                                    G                             D    A  
Like desperados waitin' for a train