Señor [Tales of Yankee Power] lyrics

Señor, señor, can you tell me where we're headin'?

Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?

Seems like I been down this way before.

Is there any truth in that, senor?

Señor, señor, 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."

Señor, señor, 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."

Señor, señor,

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.

Señor, señor, let's disconnect these cables,

Overturn these tables.

This place don't make sense to me no more.

Can you tell me what we're waiting for, señor?

• Artist:Bob Dylan
• Album:Street-Legal (1978)