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Date Added 2006-09-23     Times viewed 797

Dylan, Bob - Senor


Am     Em
Senor, senor,
        F                C
Can you tell me where we heading?
        G                   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?

Am     Em
Senor, 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?

          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 that vacant lot
          F                                      Am
Where she held me in her arms one time and said "forget me not"

Am     Em
Senor, senor,
      F               C
I can see the painted wagon
          G       Am
Smell the tail of the dragon
                G           F
Can't stand the suspense anymore
        Dm                           Am
Can you tell me who to contact here, Senor?


Instrumental


         C                                 Em
Well the last thing I remember before they stripped and kneeled
      F                                  Am
Was a train load of fools goin down in a Magnetic field
    C                                  Em
The gypsy, with a broken leg and a flashing ring
         F                                        Am
He says, Son this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing

Am
Senor,
Em
Senor,
               F                       C
You know their hearts here are hard as leather
      G                                 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?


Instrumental


Am     Em
Senor, senor,
      F              C
Let's overturn these tables
G                 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?

 
 

 

 

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