Desperados Waiting For A Train Cifras

[VERSE 1]
C                       G
I'd play the Red River Valley,
        Am                        Dm
and he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry.
             D                          F          Fm
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
     C                     G                 Am
And wonder Lord, has every well I drilled run dry.
                Dm
We were friends me and this old man.
 
[CHORUS]
        F                       G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train,
        F                       G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train,
        F                       G
Like desperadoes waiting for a train,
        F       Fm             C
Like desperadoes waiting for a train.
 
[VERSE 2]
C                            G
He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells,
           Am               Dm
and an old school man of the world,
                        D           F    Fm
He'd let me drive his car when he's too drunk to,
         C                G            Am
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls,
                        Dm
And our lives was like some old western movie.
 
[VERSE 3]
C                                         G
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him,
      Am                              Dm
to a bar called the Green Frog Cafe,
          D                F           Fm
And there was old men with beer guts and dominoes,
        C       G              Am
Lyin' 'bout their lives while they'd play,
                                 Dm
And I was just a kid they called his sidekick
 
[VERSE 4]
C                               G
One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty,
        Am                              Dm
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin,
        D            F            Fm
To me he's one of the heroes of this country,
        C       G                Am
So why's he all dressed up like them old men,
                                Dm
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty Two
 
[VERSE 5]
C                                 G
The day before he died I went to see him
        Am                     Dm
I was grown and he was almost gone
            D                   F           Fm
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
        C       G              Am
And sang another verse to that old song
                                 Dm
Come on Jack, that son of a bitch is a-coming.
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