Desperados Waiting for a Train The 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]I'd play the Red River V[G]alley,
and he'd[Am] sit out in the kitchen an[Dm]d cry.
And run his f[D]ingers through seventy year[F]s of livin'[Fm]
And w[C]onder Lord, has every [G]well I drilled run [Am]dry.
We were friends [Dm]me and this old man.
CHORUS
Like des[F]peradoes waiting for a t[G]rain,
Like des[F]peradoes waiting for a t[G]rain,
Like des[F]peradoes waiting for a t[G]rain,
Like des[F]peradoes[Fm] waiting for a t[C]rain.
VERSE 2
[C]He's a drifter and a driller [G]of oil wells,
and an old [Am]school man of the[Dm] world,
He'd let me drive his ca[D]r when he's [F]too d[Fm]runk to,
And he'd [C]wink and give me [G]money for the [Am]girls,
And our lives was like s[Dm]ome old western movie.
VERSE 3
[C]From the time that I could walk he'd take [G]me with him,
to a b[Am]ar called the Green Frog Cafe,[Dm]
And there [D]was old men with [F]beer guts and[Fm] dominoes,
Lyin' 'b[C]out thei[G]r lives while th[Am]ey'd play,
And I was just a kid they called [Dm]his sidekick
VERSE 4
[C]One day I looked up and he's pus[G]hin' eighty,
And ther[Am]e's brown tobacco stains all dow[Dm]n his chin,
To me he[D]'s one of the[F] heroes of thi[Fm]s country,
So why's[C] he all [G]dressed up like th[Am]em old men,
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon a[Dm]nd Forty Two
VERSE 5
[C]The day before he died I went to s[G]ee him
I was gr[Am]own and he was almost g[Dm]one
So we just c[D]losed our eyes and d[F]reamed us up [Fm]a kitchen
And sang[C] another[G] verse to that o[Am]ld song
Come on Jack, that son of a bitch[Dm] is a-coming.
Thanks alot for bothering with this, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
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