Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power)
BOB DYLAN - Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power) слова песни
Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power)
Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're headin ?Lincoln County Road or Armageddon ?Seems like I been down this way beforeIs there any truth in that, senor ?Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin' ?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 deckThere's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neckThere's a marcing band still playing in that vacant lotWhere's she held me in her arms one time and said, Forget me not.Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagonSmell the tail of the dragonCan't stand the suspense anymoreCan you tell me who to contact here, senor ?Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeledWas that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic fieldA gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ringHe said, Son, this ain't a dream no more it's the real thing.Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leatherWell, give me a minute, let me get it togetherI just gotta pick myself up off the floorI'm ready when you are, senor.Senor, senor, let's overturn these cablesDisconnect these tablesThis place don't make sense to me no moreCan you tell me what we're waiting for, senor ?