Señor , Can you tell me where we heading?

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 hiding?

How long are we gonna be riding?

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

Will there be any comfort here, Señor?

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 marching band still playing in their vacant lot

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

Señor, I can see the painted wagon

Smell the tail of a dragon

Can´t stand the suspense anymore

Can you tell me who to contact here, Señor?

Well the last thing I remember before they stripped and kneeled

Was a train load of fools born down in a Maganatic field

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

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

Señor, Señor, You know their hearts here are hard as leather

Well give me a minute, let me get it together

Just gotta pick myself up off the floor I´m ready when you are, Señor?

Señor, Señor, Let´s overturn these tables

Disconnect these cables

This place don´t make sense to me no more

Can you tell me what we´re waiting for, Señor?

(Bob Dylan)