Guy Clark - Desperados Waiting for the Train [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
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 living
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?"
We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waiting for a train[x2]
He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
He let me drive his car
When he's too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old western movie
Like desperados waiting for a train[x2]
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There were old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying about their lives while they'd played
And I was just a kid
They all called his "Sidekick"
Like desperados waiting for a train[x2]
One day I looked up and he's pushing eighty
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinking beer and playing Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados waiting for a train[x2]
A day before 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 another verse to that old song
"Come on, Jack, that son of a guns are coming

[Outro]
Like desperados waiting for a train[x4]