Señor, Señor, can you tell me where we're headin'
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this road before
Is there any truth in that, Señor?
Señor, Señor, do you know where she is hidin'?
How long am I gonna be ridin'?
How long must I keep my eyes glued 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 still hanging down from around her neck
The marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one night and said, Forget me not
Señor, Señor, I can see that painted wagon
I can smell that tail of the dragon
I can't stand the suspense anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, Señor?
The last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was that train load of fools bogged down in a magnetic field?
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
Said, Son, this aint a dream no more, its the real thing
Señor, Señor, you know their heart here is as hard as leather
Just give me a minute, let me get it together
I just gotta pick myself up off the floor
And I'm ready when you are, Señor
Como el viento en la montaña lo encontré la última vez
tratando de encontrar el alma o perdiendo
como el medio del abismo el amor que no encontró
en la noche (de) los tiempos con el oro se quedó
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 waiting for, Señor?

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