^AmSenor, sen^Emor, can you ^Ftell me where we're ^Cheadin ' Lincoln County R^G/Boad or Armag^Ameddon '

Seems like I been ^Gdown this way bef^Fore ^F/E ^DmIs there any truth in that, sen^Amor '

^AmSenor, sen^Emor, do you ^Fknow where she is ^Chidin' ' How long are we ^G/Bgonna be ^Amriding '

How long must I keep my ^Geyes glued to the ^Fdoor ' ^F/E Will there ^Dmbe any comfort there sen^Amor '

There's a ^Cwicked wind still blowing on that ^Emupper deck There's an ^Firon cross still hanging down from a^Amround her neck

There's a ^Cmarcing band still playing in that ^Emvacant lot Where's she ^Fheld me in her arms one time and said, For^Amget me not.

etc. Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon 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 He said, Son, this ain't a dream no more it's the real thing. Senor, senor, you know their hearts is 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 cables Disconnect these tables This place don't make sense to me no more Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor '

Bob Dylan - Senor