Bob Dylan – Senor (tales Of Yankee Power) Lyrics  Share

From Bob Dylan's album: Street Legal

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.
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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 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, senor?
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