.And I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled gone dry?"
We is friends, me and this old man
Was like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados .
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