Desperados Waiting For A Train by Highwaymen

The band is actually HIGHWAYMAN - not MEN! But UG wouldn't accept it otherwise...

This is one of the saddest songs I've ever heard. This is merely MY take on the version
performed by Highwayman. For your reference, it was written by Guy Clark, though you
probably knew that...

I'm not claiming that it's right, but I think it sounds good, especially if you capo the
first or second fret. As it is my own version, any of those people who want to submit
corrections can shove those corrections right up their bottom - sideways! Although, those
with ideas on how to play the song differently are more than welcome to e-mail me at
James_P_Holloway@Yahoo.co.uk.

The chorus can get pretty boring after playing it five times, so I tend to play it after
verses 1, 3 and 5 - though do whatever you like, I really don't care.

Anyway, on with the music.

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.


Thanks alot for bothering with this, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

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