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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoDesperados Waiting For A Train
I played the Red River ValleyHe'd sit in the kitchen and cryRun his fingers through seventy years of livin'And wonder, "Lord, why has every well I've drilled gone dry?"We were friends, me and this old manWe's like desperados waitin' for a trainDesperados waitin' for a trainHe's a drifter, a driller of oil wellsHe's an old school man of the worldHe taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk toAnd he'd wink and give me money for the girlsAnd our lives was like, some old Western movieLike desperados waitin' for a trainLike desperados waitin' for a trainFrom the time that I could walk he'd take me with himTo a bar called the Green Frog CafeThere was old men with beer guts and dominosLying 'bout their lives while they playedI was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"Just like desperados waitin' for a trainLike desperados waitin' for a trainOne day I looked up and he's pushin' eightyHe's got brown tobacco stains all down his chinWell to me he was a hero of this countrySo why's he all dressed up like them old menDrinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-twoJus' like desperados waitin' for a trainLike a desperado waitin' for a trainThe day before he died I went to see himI was grown and he was almost gone.So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchenAnd sang another verse to that old song(spoken) Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'Like desperados waitin' for a trainLike desperados waitin' for a train
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