Dierks Bentley, Chris Thile, Punch Brothers - Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power) lyrics
[Dierks Bentley, Chris Thile, Punch Brothers - Senor Tales Of Yankee Power lyrics]
Senor, senor
Can you tell me where we're heading
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's hiding
How long are we gonna be riding
How long must I keep my
Eyes glued to the door
Will there be any comfort there, senor
There's a wicked wind still blowing
On that upper deck
And there's an iron cross still
Hanging from around her neck
There's a marching band still playing
In that vacant lot
Where's she held me in her
Arms one time and said "Forget me not"
Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon
Smell the tail of the dragon
I can't stand the suspense here anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, senor
Well, the last thing I remember
Before I stripped and knelled
Was that trainload of fools bogged
Down in a magnetic field
And a gypsy with a broken
Flag and flashing ring
Said "Son, this ain't a dream no more
It's the real thing" senor, senor
You know their hearts are hard as leather
Give me a minute, let me get it together
I gotta pick myself up off the floor
I'm ready when you are, senor
Senor, senor, let's overturn these tables
And disconnect these cables
This place don't make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor
Can you tell me where we're heading
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's hiding
How long are we gonna be riding
How long must I keep my
Eyes glued to the door
Will there be any comfort there, senor
There's a wicked wind still blowing
On that upper deck
And there's an iron cross still
Hanging from around her neck
There's a marching band still playing
In that vacant lot
Where's she held me in her
Arms one time and said "Forget me not"
Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon
Smell the tail of the dragon
I can't stand the suspense here anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, senor
Well, the last thing I remember
Before I stripped and knelled
Was that trainload of fools bogged
Down in a magnetic field
And a gypsy with a broken
Flag and flashing ring
Said "Son, this ain't a dream no more
It's the real thing" senor, senor
You know their hearts are hard as leather
Give me a minute, let me get it together
I gotta pick myself up off the floor
I'm ready when you are, senor
Senor, senor, let's overturn these tables
And disconnect these cables
This place don't make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor