Señor

[Verse 1]

Am

Senor,

Em

Senor,

F C

Can you tell me where we heading?

Am

Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?

G F

Seems like I been down this way before

Dm Am

Is there any truth in that, Senor?

[Verse 2]

Am

Senor,

Em

Senor,

F C

Do you know where she~s hiding?

Am

How long are we gonna be riding?

G F

How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?

Dm Am

Will there be any comfort here, Senor?

[Verse 3]

C Em

There~s a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck

F Am*

There~s an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck

C Em

There~s a marching band still playing in their vacant lot

F Am*

Where she held me in her arms one time and said -forget what we got-

[Verse 4]

Am

Senor,

Em

Senor,

F C

I can see the painted wagon

Am

Smell the tail of a dragon

G F

Can~t stand the suspense anymore

Dm Am

Can you tell me who to contact here, Senor?

[Instrumental] all of the verse chords with the cool mandolin

Am Em F C Am G F Dm Am

[Verse 5]

C Em

Well the last thing I remember before they stripped and kneeled

F Am*

Was a train load of fools born down in a Maganatic(?) field

C Em

The gypsy, where he broke a pike and a flashing ring

F Am*

He say, -Son this ain~t a dream no more, it~s the real thing-

[Verse 6]

Am

Senor,

Em

Senor,

F C

You know their hearts here are hard as leather

Am

Well give me a minute, let me get it together

G F

Just gotta pick myself up off the floor

Dm Am

I~m ready when you are, Senor?

Another Instrumental like the First Instrumental

[Verse 7]

Am

Senor,

Em

Senor,

F C

Let~s overturn these tables

Am

Disconnect these cables

G F

This place don~t make sense to me no more

Dm Am

Can you tell me what we~re waiting for, Senor?

Señor,Señor

Potser saps on anem tan sols

De la Gran Via a la fi del món

Crec que ja he passat per aquest revolt.

Hi ha res de cert en això, Señor?

Señor,Señor

Saps on ella s'amaga

Quan temps haurem de buscar-la

Quan més temps,els ulls clavats a la porta

Hi ha res de bo en tot això, Señor?

Hi ha un vent malparit

bufant per sobre la coberta

Hi ha una creu de ferro

que penja encara del seu coll

Hi ha un passa-carrers tocant

encara en aquest descampat

On ella em va tenir als seus braços

i em va prohibir l'oblit

Señor, Señor

Puc veure el remolc pintat

Puc olorar la cua del drac

No puc aguantar aquest suspens tot sol

Però,em pots dir algú amb qui contactar, Señor?

La darrera cosa que recordo

Abans d'estar nu i vençut

Va ser aquest tren encallat

Ple de tontos en un camp magnètic

Un gitano amb una bandera trencada

i un anell lluent

Diu "fill meu,no hi ha més somnis,

Això es el que tens"

Señor, Señor

Saps que els seus

cors són durs com la pedra

Dóna'm un minut, per fer-me entendre

Per recollir-me a mi mateix de la foscor

Estàs preparat com jo señor?

Señor,Señor

Posem-ho tot potes enlaire

Desconnecta aquests cables

Ja no té sentit per mi aquest lloc

Digues què esperem aquí tots, Señor. Señor