senor tales of yankee power

Bob Dylan

Senor, senor, do you know where we re headin ?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before.
Is there any truth in that, senor?

Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin ?
How long are we gonna be ridin ?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, senor?

There s a wicked wind still blowin on that upper deck,
There s an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.
There s a marchin band still playin in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, Forget me not.

Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon,
I can smell the tail of the dragon.
Can t stand the suspense anymore.
Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?

Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field.
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring Said,
Son, this ain t a dream no more, it s the real thing.

Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather.
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.
I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.
I m ready when you are, senor.

Senor, senor, let s Overturn these tables,
disconnect these cables.
This place don t make sense to me no more.
Can you tell me what we re waiting for, senor?