Late Night with David Letterman 1998-07-21, Nanci Griffith performing a great Guy Clark song with an all-star band: Guy Clark, Jimmy Dale Gilmore, Rodney Crowell, Eric Taylor, Jerry Jeff Walker and Steve Earle.

I played the Red River Valley
And he’d sit in the kitchen and he’d cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin’
And wonder, “Lord, has every well I drilled gone dry?”

We were friends, me and this old man
We’re like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

Well, he’s a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
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 bar 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”
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

One day when I looked up, he was pushin’ eighty
Brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Oh, but he was one of the heroes of this country
Tell me why’s he all dressed up like them old men
A drinkin’ beer and playin’ Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like a desperado waiting for a train

And the day before he died I went to see him
And 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
(spoken) Come on, Jack, the son-of-a-bitch is comin’

We’re like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

nanci griffith other voices too

Here is what another blogger had to say about this song:  I loved his writing and am snipping it here…

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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Shoot out the Chandelier

I find computer games baffling.  I can never find a way in. I stare at the scenery, move things around, but it all just remains a mystery. I’m too easily distracted by the quality of the graphics, and get absolutely nowhere. My son will sigh, grab the mouse or controller, knock over some trivial object or shoot out the chandelier, and hidden depths are revealed. How do you do that?

The world is like that, too. It’s full of hidden riches, invisible to the uninitiated. Everywhere there are unanticipated, unexplored depths, any of which might turn out to be someone else’s obsession and enthusiasm. I was once treated to a half hour effusion from a builder on the subject of bricks, their kinds, colours, sources and qualities. I had no idea!

Back in March, a friend mentioned a song, “Desperados Waiting for a Train”….. I’d never heard of it or its composer Guy Clark, but then the world is not short on songs, especially country and western songs. I gave it a listen, and didn’t give it another thought. Last week, I was tooling around on the Web and — I can’t even remember how — bumped into it again. Oh, it’s that song, I thought.

Somehow, I then managed to accidentally shoot out the chandelier, so to speak, and it was game on. I had stumbled into a whole new vortex of enthusiasm, centred on a single song. It became obvious, very quickly, that to an “alt country” music enthusiast this song I had never heard of is a benchmark, and has been since the 1970s. It also became clear that I had completely missed the emotional impact of the song in my original perfunctory hearing. Now I have begun to hear it, it evokes my last visits to my dying father so strongly that I tear up at that final spoken line, “Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'”.

I found myself watching various YouTube videos of performances of “Desperados”, some by names I knew, most by names I didn’t (of them all, this one by Irishman Freddie White grabbed me the most — it’s deceptively unpolished, intense, very intimate). By following links and googling, I began to open up a whole field of musical Americana I had only had a marginal interest in before.

As always with such “chandelier” moments, the links scattered in all directions….An alternative, parallel history from the 1970s to the present had revealed itself; musical and cultural, with its own heroes, villains, great deeds and betrayals.

I have always liked the way “country” refreshes its metaphors — from cowboys to truckers — and enjoy the way it turns its wit in on itself, reflexively. Indeed, without getting all lit-crit on its ass, the whole point of “Desperados Waiting For A Train” is that a young boy has heightened his relationship with an ageing, then dying, oil-well drilling drunk by re-imagining it in “western” terms — it’s a song about myths and reality, the passing of time and outliving one’s moment, and the gritty glue of sentiment that holds it all together.

I’d play “The Red River Valley”, He’d sit in the kitchen and cry,
Run his fingers through seventy years of living, And wonder,
“Lord, has every well I drilled run dry?” We were friends, me and this old man,
Like desperados waiting for a train, Desperados waiting for a train.

Now, although “country” harmonies and chord sequences can give me the chills*, I shall never be a real fan. Like American whiskey, it hits certain familiar notes a little too frequently and emphatically for my taste, and I can only take so much wittily-engineered sentiment delivered in verse and chorus form.

But that’s not the point: what matters is that what had previously looked like a blankly familiar wall turns out to have a secret door, and what lies behind it is worth exploring. This is what the Web is for and if, like me, you are endlessly discovering that you have been ignorant about something that matters a great deal to other people, you can so easily have the pleasure of putting that right, these days.

Though I think I will never get the hang of the Nintendo DS, the Wii, or the Xbox… It seems my thumbs have been put on the wrong way round. Oh Lord… Does this mean I am, in my turn, becoming an old man, “drinkin’ beer and playin’ Moon and Forty-two”? Inevitable, I suppose. Fetch me those dominoes…*

And “Desperados” has those two descending bass notes — C B — between the D major chord of the first line and the A major and B minor of the second. Such a simple but effective hook.

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