Senor Lyrics by Bob Dylan

Senor

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 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?