Desperados Waiting for a Train
Jerry Jeff Walker Lyrics


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Yeah I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
"Wonder, if every well he'd drilled gone dry?"
We was friends, me and this old man
Desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados waitin' for a train
Soon as I could walk he'd take me with him
To a place called the Green Frog Cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominoes
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
And I was just a kid, they all called me Sidekick
Desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados waitin' for a train

Yeah he's a drifter, he's a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he's too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Desperados waitin' for a train
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
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Just drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like a desperado waitin' for a train
Like a desperado waitin' for a train

The day before he died I went to see him
Yeah I was grown and he was almost gone
We closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
We played another verse of that old song
Yeah Jack you know, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'

Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train




Desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados waitin'

Overall Meaning

The song "Desperados Waiting for a Train" by Jerry Jeff Walker is a poignant tale of the memories shared between a young man and an older man who once mentored him. Through the lyrics, the song paints a picture of two friends, one old and one young, who had a special bond forged over the years. The song begins with the singer reminiscing about the times he spent with the older man, playing music and listening to his stories. We learn that the old man was a drifter and a driller of oil wells who had lived a long and colorful life. As the song progresses, we come to understand that the old man is nearing the end of his life. The singer visits him in his final days, and they play music together, just like they used to. The final verse is a poignant one, as the singer imagines the old man as a desperado, waiting for a train, eventually joining the likes of other great heroes.


At its core, the song is about the passing of time and the inevitability of death. It's about the memories we hold dear and the people we meet along the way. It's about the way life changes us, and about the ways in which we influence one another. Throughout the song, the singer looks back on his life and the time he spent with the old man with a sense of fondness and nostalgia.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah I played the Red River Valley
I used to play music


He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
The old man would be overcome with emotion


Run the fingers through seventy years of livin'
Reflecting on a long life


"Wonder, if every well he'd drilled gone dry?"
Questioning the old man's legacy


We was friends, me and this old man
We were good friends


Desperados waitin' for a train
We were like outlaws waiting for an adventure, or maybe just waiting for life to happen


Soon as I could walk he'd take me with him
I started spending time with the old man from a young age


To a place called the Green Frog Cafe
We would go to a local bar


There was old men with beer guts and dominoes
The bar was frequented by older men drinking beer and playing dominoes


Lying 'bout their lives while they played
Telling tall tales about their life experiences


And I was just a kid, they all called me Sidekick
As a child, I was the young companion and assistant of the old man and his friends


Desperados waitin' for a train
We were like outlaws waiting for an adventure, or maybe just waiting for life to happen


Yeah he's a drifter, he's a driller of oil wells
The old man was a wandering worker in the oil industry


He's an old school man of the world
He had a lot of worldly experience


He taught me how to drive his car when he's too drunk to
He showed me some skills, even if not always in a responsible way


And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
He gave me some life lessons, including how to have a good time with women


And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Our experiences and adventures seemed like something out of a classic cowboy movie


Desperados waitin' for a train
We were like outlaws waiting for an adventure, or maybe just waiting for life to happen


One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
Later in life, the old man got quite old


He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
The effects of his habits and vices could be seen on his face


To me he's one of the heroes of this country
Despite his flaws, I still admire the old man and what he represents


So why's he all dressed up like them old men
The old man was starting to look and act like many of his peers


Just drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
He spent his days drinking and playing games with his friends


Like a desperado waitin' for a train
He seemed to be waiting for something that was never going to come


The day before he died I went to see him
I visited the old man shortly before his death


Yeah I was grown and he was almost gone
By this point, I had matured and the old man was nearing the end of his life


We closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
We reminisced about times gone by


We played another verse of that old song
We relived some old memories


Yeah Jack you know, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'
We talked about the inevitability of death, and joked about it using a nickname for Death itself


Like desperados waitin' for a train
We were like outlaws waiting for an adventure, or maybe just waiting for life to happen


Like desperados waitin' for a train
We were like outlaws waiting for an adventure, or maybe just waiting for life to happen


Like desperados waitin' for a train
We were like outlaws waiting for an adventure, or maybe just waiting for life to happen


Like desperados waitin' for a train
We were like outlaws waiting for an adventure, or maybe just waiting for life to happen


Desperados waitin' for a train
We were like outlaws waiting for an adventure, or maybe just waiting for life to happen


Desperados waitin'
We were like outlaws waiting for an adventure, or maybe just waiting for life to happen




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Guy Clark

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Comments from YouTube:

JoelIRL

Rest well Jerry Jeff Walker, we'll miss you forevermore.

John Crawford

Gets to the soul,such emotion in the voice.a great song no doubt.

Neal Stollon

Desperados Waiting for a Train, First song to come to mind today. 30 year back, My dad heard Desparados and said he was moved by it. Listening to it is always a special moment. Sad to see you go buckaroo...

Brad Lawley

My dad was in his late 40's when I was born. I'm not his biological kid, but he never mentioned it to me once. I was his only son. I remember all my friends remarking how old he was. I was raised in old country. He wasn't the let's throw a baseball or go fishing kind of dad. He was a trucker and rounder, loved to gamble. He'd take me to bars and on the road when he'd hall a load. I thought he was the greatest thing ever. I make my living playing bars and restaurants now. I'm in my 30's just got the call from my mom that hospice say's he's fading. I'm married with 2 little girls and I usually don't show much emotion towards things like this in front of the females in my family. This song always reminded me of him. I love you old man. That sombitch is coming.

David Kirkland

I’m like you, I’m 58 and was raised by depression era grandparents, so all my youth was spent with a friend of my grandpa’s and I’d help him logging… he rolled Prince Albert cigarettes and drank shine😎 and when we knocked off in the evening, I’d ride with him in his 64 Chevy truck and get more moonshine from a friend of his. Wow those were good days and i miss him dearly.

Texcajun06

This is my youth, sneaking into that old bar in Back Brusly, LA to play pool. Listening to those old fellers sittin at the bar while drinkin Falstaff and Miller High Life.

Theodore Quiroz

i miss the smell of the beer,cigarettes ....sitting at the bar...

btwentwo

High Life, because sometimes you want to drink all day

David Rae

Absolutely brilliant!

rockindubya

The day before he died, I went to see him, I was grown and he was almost gone.... Well, we closed our eyes and we dreamed us up a kitchen, and played another verse to that old song........Jack, you know that son of a bitch is coming.... If THAT don't rattle your soul, you already dead, dude.

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