Señor (Tales of Yankee Power) - Bob Dylan
    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, señor?

    Señor, señor, do you know where she's hidin'?
    How long are we gonna be ridin'?
    How long must i keep my eyes glue to the door
    Will there be any comfort there, señor?

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

    Señor, señor, i can see that painted wagon
    Smell the tail of the dragon
    Can't stand the suspense anymore
    Can you tell me who to contact there, señor?

    Well the last thing i remember before i stripped an' kneeled
    Was a trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
    A gypsy with a broken flag an' a flashing ring
    He said ``Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing''.

    Señor, señor, you know their heart is as hard as leather
    Well give me a minute, let me get it together
    Just gotta pick myself up off the floor
    I'm ready when you are, señor.

    Señor, señor, 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 waitin' for, señor?

    Marco Giunco
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