Desperados Waiting for a Train

I played the Red River Valley He'd sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin' "I wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?" We were friends, me and this old man Like desperados waitin' for a train Desper

I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?" We were friends, me and this old man Like desperados waitin' for a