The Highwaymen - Desperados waiting for a train

^CI'd play the Red River V^Galley, and he'd^Am sit out in the kitchen an^Dmd cry. And run his f^Dingers through seventy year^Fs of livin'^Fm And w^Conder Lord, has every ^Gwell I drilled run^Am dry. We were friends ^Dmme and this old man.

Like des^Fperadoes waiting for a t^Grain, Like des^Fperadoes waiting for a t^Grain, Like des^Fperadoes waiting for a t^Grain, Like des^Fperadoes^Fm waiting for a ^Ctrain.

^CHe's a drifter and a driller ^Gof oil wells, and an old ^Amschool man of the^Dm world, He'd let me drive his ca^Dr when he's ^Ftoo d^Fmrunk to, And he'd ^Cwink and give me ^Gmoney for the^Am girls, And our lives was like s^Dmome old western movie.

^CFrom the time that I could walk he'd take ^Gme with him, to a b^Amar called the Green Frog Cafe, ^Dm And there ^Dwas old men with ^Fbeer guts an^Fmd dominoes, Lyin' 'b^Cout thei^Gr lives while t^Amhey'd play, And I was just a kid they called ^Dmhis sidekick

^COne day I looked up and he's pus^Ghin' eighty, And ther^Ame's brown tobacco stains all dow^Dmn his chin, To me he^D's one of the^F heroes of th^Fmis country, So why's^C he all ^Gdressed up like t^Amhem old men, Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon a^Dmnd Forty Two

^CThe day before he died I went to s^Gee him I was gr^Amown and he was almost g^Dmone So we just c^Dlosed our eyes and d^Freamed us up^Fm a kitchen And sang^C another^G verse to that ^Amold song Come on Jack, that son of a bitch^Dm is a-coming.