Desperados Waiting For A Train
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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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 livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?"

We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

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 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 were old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they'd played

And I was just a kid
They all called his "Sidekick"
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushin' 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

Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

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 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Desperados Waiting for a Train tell the story of a friendship between the singer and an old man, who is a drifter and an oil driller. The two are described as being like "desperados waiting for a train," a metaphor that suggests that they are both tough, independent men who live life on their own terms. The song presents a nostalgic view of this relationship, with the singer recalling happy memories of playing music and drinking with his friend, who is almost like a father figure to him.


The poignant refrain, "Like desperados waiting for a train," speaks to the sense of restlessness and longing that characterizes the lives of these two men. They are always waiting for something, whether it's the next oil strike, the next adventure, or simply the next chance to play music and drink together. The singer's sadness at his friend's decline in the final stanza is palpable, as he wonders why this once-vibrant man has allowed himself to become just another old man wasting his time in bars.


The song is notable for its vivid imagery and its evocation of a bygone era of Americana. It paints a picture of a world where men drank hard, played music, and lived life on their own terms. Despite its somewhat melancholy tone, it is ultimately a celebration of friendship and the indomitable spirit of the American West.


Line by Line Meaning

I'd play the Red River Valley
I would play a song called the Red River Valley.


And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
The old man would sit in the kitchen and cry while listening to the song.


And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
The old man would reminisce about his life experiences by running his fingers through his hair.


And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?"
He would question whether he has ever had a failed oil drilling project.


We were friends, me and this old man
The artist and the old man were close friends.


Like desperados waitin' for a train
They were like outlaws waiting for something to happen.


He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
The old man was a wanderer and worked in the oil industry.


And an old school man of the world
He was a traditional man who had seen a lot of the world.


He let me drive his car
The old man allowed the artist to drive his car.


When he's too drunk to
When he was too intoxicated to drive.


And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
The old man would give the singer money to spend on women.


And our lives were like some old western movie
Their lives were reminiscent of an old western film.


From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
The old man would take the singer with him everywhere from a young age.


To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
They visited a bar named the Green Frog Cafe.


There were old men with beer guts and dominos
The bar was frequented by elderly men playing dominos and drinking beer.


Lying 'bout their lives while they'd played
They would tell exaggerated stories about their lives while playing dominos.


And I was just a kid
The artist was just a child at the time.


They all called his "Sidekick"
The singer was referred to as the old man's sidekick.


One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
One day, the old man had turned eighty years old.


And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
The old man had tobacco stains on his chin.


To me he's one of the heroes of this country
The old man was a hero in the eyes of the artist.


So why's he all dressed up like them old men
The artist questioned why the old man was dressing like the old men at the Green Frog Cafe.


Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
He was drinking beer and playing a game called Moon and Forty-two.


A day before he died, I went to see him
The artist visited the old man one day before he passed away.


I was grown and he was almost gone
The singer was now an adult and the old man was near death.


So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
They closed their eyes and imagined a kitchen from their past memories.


And sang another verse to that old song
They sang another verse to the Red River Valley song.


"Come on, Jack, that son of a guns are comin' "
The old man said a phrase from a movie while they were singing.




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

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on Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger - The New Appalachians - Lyrics

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone

There will be no sickness, toil or danger
In that grand land to which I roam

Well I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home to a morning rose
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

Well I'm going home to see my brothers
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I’m only goin’ where no one roams

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get to that good land
I want to shout out salvation story
In concert with that blood washed band.
I'm going there to see my saviour
I’ll see his face no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only goin' over home

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