Señor, señor, 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, señor

Señor, señor, do you know where she´s 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, señor?

[Chorus 1]
There´s a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
And there´s an iron cross still hanging from around her neck
There´s a marching band still playing in that vacant lot
Where´s she held me in her arms one time and said
"Forget me not"

Señor, señor, I can see that painted wagon
Smell the tail of the dragon
I can´t stand the suspense here anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, señor?

[Solo]

[Chorus 2]
Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
And a gypsy with a broken flag and flashing ring
Said "Son, this ain´t a dream no more, it´s the real thing"

Señor, señor, you know their hearts are hard as leather
Give me a minute, let me get it together
I just gotta pick myself up off the floor
I´m ready when you are, señor

Señor, señor, let´s overturn these tables
And disconnect these cables
This place don´t make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we´re waiting for, señor