Am Em F C
senor , senor , can you tell me where we’re headin ?
G/B Am
lincoln county road or armageddon ?
G F F/E
seems like i been down this way before
Dm Am
is there any truth in that , senor ?
Am Em F C
senor , senor , do you know where she is hidin’ ?
G/B Am
how long are we gonna be riding ?
G F F/E
how long must i keep my eyes glued to the door ?
Dm Am
will there be any comfort there senor ?
C Em
there’s a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
F Am
there’s an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck
C Em
there’s a marcing band still playing in that vacant lot
F Am
where’s she held me in her arms one time and said , forget me not .
etc .
senor , senor , 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 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
he 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 overturn these cables
disconnect 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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