Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power) feat. Punch Brothers,Chris Thile

歌詞

Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're headin'? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon? Seem like I been down this way before. Is there any truth in that, senor? Senor, senor, do you know where she's hidin'? How long are we gonna be ridin'? How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door? Will there be any comfort there, senor? There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck, There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck. There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not." Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon, I can 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 She said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing." Senor, senor, you know their hearts they're 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 tables, Disconnect these cables . This place don't make sense to me no more. Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?