| Song | Desperados Waiting For A Train |
| Artist | Guy Clark |
| Album | The Essential Guy Clark |
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| 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 |