Senor (tales Of Yankee Power) Lyrics
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's hidin
How long are we gonna be ridin
How long musit I keep my eyes glued to the door
Whill there be any comfort there, Senor?
There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
And there's an iron cross still hanging from around her neck
There's a marching band still playing in that vacant lot
Where's she held me in her arms one time and said
"Forget me not"
Senor, Senor, I can see that painted wagon
Smell the tail of the dragon
I can't stand the suspense here 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
And a gypsy with a broken flag and flashing ring
Said "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."
Senor, Senor, you know their hearts are hard as leather
Give me a minute let me get it together
I gotta pick myself up off the floor
I'm ready whern you are, Senor
Senor, Senor, let's overturn these tables
And disconnect these cables
this place don't make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we're waiting for Senor?
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Songwriter(s): Bob Dylan
Record Label(s): 2010 Capitol Records Nashville All rights reserved Unauthorized reproduction is a violation of applicable laws Manufactured by Capitol Records Nas
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