Senor, senor, can you tell me where we’re headin’
Em
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon
D C
Seems like I been down this way before
Am Em
Is there any truth in that, senor
Em B C G
Senor, senor, Do you know where she’s hidin’
Em
How long are we gonna be ridin’
D C
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door
Am Em
Will there be any comfort there, senor
Inst.: Em Em | B B | C G G F#m | Em Em
D D | C C | Am Am | Em Em
G Bm
There’s a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
C Em
And there’s an iron cross still hanging from around her neck
G Bm
There’s a marching band still playing in that vacant lot
C Em
Where’s she held me in her arms one time and said, “Forget me not
Em B C G
Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon
Em
Smell the tail of the dragon
D C
I can’t stand the suspense here anymore
Am Em
Can you tell me who to contact here, senor
Inst. 2: Em Em | B B | C G G F#m | Em Em
D D | C C Bm | Am | G F#m Em Em
Em Em | B B | C G G F#m | Em Em
D D | C C Bm | Am | G F#m Em Em
G Bm
Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
C Em
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in the magnetic field
G Bm
And a gypsy with a broken flag and flashing ring
C Em
Said “Son, this ain’t a dream no more, it’s the real thing”
Em B C G
Senor, senor, you know their hearts are hard as leather
Em
Give me a minute, let me get it togather
D C
I gotta pick myself up off the floor
Am Em
I’m ready when you are, senor
Em B C G
Senor, senor, let’s overturn these tables
Em
And disconnect these cables
D C
This place don’t make sense to me no more
Am Em B Em
Can you tell me what we’re waiting for, senor
