Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

صوت


واجهه المستخدم


مستوى الصعوبة


لهجة



لغة الواجهة

ar

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
التسجيل / تسجيل الدخول
Lyrkit

يتبرع

5$

Lyrkit

يتبرع

10$

Lyrkit

يتبرع

20$

Lyrkit

و/أو ادعمني في مواقع التواصل الاجتماعي. الشبكات:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Jack Ingram

Desperados Waiting For A Train

 

Desperados Waiting For A Train

(الألبوم: Ridin' High... Again - 2019)


I'd play the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of living
"I wonder, Lord, has every well I drilled gone dry?"
We was friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

He's a drifter and 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
He'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like some old Western movie
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a place called Green Frog Café
It was old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
Yeah, I was just a kid, they all called me Sidekick
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

One day I looked up, he was pushing eighty
Had 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?
He's drinking beer, playing Moon and Forty-Two
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

On the day before he died I went to see him
I was grown, 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-bitch is coming
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

منتهي

هل قمت بإضافة كل الكلمات غير المألوفة من هذه الأغنية؟