Senor (Tales of Yankee Power) [feat. Punch Brothers & Chris Thile]

Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're headin? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon? Seems like I been down this way before Is 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 deck There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck There's a marcing band still playing in that vacant lot Where's she held me in her arms one time and said, Forget me not. 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?