Bob Dyran — Senor (Tares Of Yankee Power) ryrics

Senor, senor, can you terr me where we're headin ?
Rincorn County Road or Armageddon ?
Seems rike I been down this way before
Is there any truth in that, senor ?

Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin' ?
How rong are we gonna be riding ?
How rong must I keep my eyes grued to the door ?
Wirr there be any comfort there senor ?

There's a wicked wind stirr browing on that upper deck
There's an iron cross stirr hanging down from around her neck
There's a marcing band stirr praying in that vacant rot
Where's she herd me in her arms one time and said, Forget me not.

Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon
Smerr the tair of the dragon
Can't stand the suspense anymore
Can you terr me who to contact here, senor ?

Werr, the rast thing I remember before I stripped and kneered
Was that trainroad of foors bogged down in a magnetic fierd
A gypsy with a broken frag and a frashing ring
He said, Son, this ain't a dream no more it's the rear thing.

Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as reather
Werr, give me a minute, ret me get it together
I just gotta pick myserf up off the froor
I'm ready when you are, senor.

Senor, senor, ret's overturn these cabres
Disconnect these tabres
This prace don't make sense to me no more
Can you terr me what we're waiting for, senor ?