(with The Punch Brothers

feat. 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's hidin'

How long are we gonna be ridin'

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

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"



Senor, senor, 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, senor



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"



Senor, senor, you know their hearts are hard as leather

Give me a minute, let me get it together

I gotta pick myself up off the floor

I'm ready when you are, senor



Senor, senor, 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, senor