Song | Desperados Waiting for a Train |
Artist | Guy Clark |
Album | Keepers [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clark | |
I played the | |
Red River | |
Valley He'd sit in the kitchen and cry | |
Run 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 man | |
We's like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Desperados waitin' for a train | |
He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells | |
He's an old school man of the world | |
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to | |
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls | |
And our lives was like, some old | |
Western movie | |
Like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Like desperados waitin' for a train | |
From the time that | |
I could walk he'd take me with him | |
To a bar called the | |
Green Frog | |
Cafe There was old men with beer guts and dominos | |
Lying 'bout their lives while they played | |
I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick" | |
Just like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Like desperados waitin' for a train | |
One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty | |
He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin | |
Well to me he was a hero of this country | |
So why's he all dressed up like them old men | |
Drinkin' beer and playin' | |
Moon and Forty-two | |
Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Like a desperado waitin' for a train | |
The day 'fore he died | |
I went to see him | |
I was grown and he was almost gone. | |
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen | |
And sang one more verse to that old song (spoken) | |
Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin' | |
We're desperados waitin' for a train | |
Was like desperados waitin' for a train |
zuo ci : Clark | |
I played the | |
Red River | |
Valley He' d sit in the kitchen and cry | |
Run 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 man | |
We' s like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Desperados waitin' for a train | |
He' s a drifter, a driller of oil wells | |
He' s an old school man of the world | |
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to | |
And he' d wink and give me money for the girls | |
And our lives was like, some old | |
Western movie | |
Like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Like desperados waitin' for a train | |
From the time that | |
I could walk he' d take me with him | |
To a bar called the | |
Green Frog | |
Cafe There was old men with beer guts and dominos | |
Lying ' bout their lives while they played | |
I was just a kid, they all called me " Sidekick" | |
Just like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Like desperados waitin' for a train | |
One day I looked up and he' s pushin' eighty | |
He' s got brown tobacco stains all down his chin | |
Well to me he was a hero of this country | |
So why' s he all dressed up like them old men | |
Drinkin' beer and playin' | |
Moon and Fortytwo | |
Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Like a desperado waitin' for a train | |
The day ' fore he died | |
I went to see him | |
I was grown and he was almost gone. | |
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen | |
And sang one more verse to that old song spoken | |
Come on, Jack, that sonofabitch is comin' | |
We' re desperados waitin' for a train | |
Was like desperados waitin' for a train |
zuò cí : Clark | |
I played the | |
Red River | |
Valley He' d sit in the kitchen and cry | |
Run 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 man | |
We' s like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Desperados waitin' for a train | |
He' s a drifter, a driller of oil wells | |
He' s an old school man of the world | |
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to | |
And he' d wink and give me money for the girls | |
And our lives was like, some old | |
Western movie | |
Like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Like desperados waitin' for a train | |
From the time that | |
I could walk he' d take me with him | |
To a bar called the | |
Green Frog | |
Cafe There was old men with beer guts and dominos | |
Lying ' bout their lives while they played | |
I was just a kid, they all called me " Sidekick" | |
Just like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Like desperados waitin' for a train | |
One day I looked up and he' s pushin' eighty | |
He' s got brown tobacco stains all down his chin | |
Well to me he was a hero of this country | |
So why' s he all dressed up like them old men | |
Drinkin' beer and playin' | |
Moon and Fortytwo | |
Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train | |
Like a desperado waitin' for a train | |
The day ' fore he died | |
I went to see him | |
I was grown and he was almost gone. | |
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen | |
And sang one more verse to that old song spoken | |
Come on, Jack, that sonofabitch is comin' | |
We' re desperados waitin' for a train | |
Was like desperados waitin' for a train |