Tom: Em
Em Bm
Señor, señor
C G
Can you tell me where we're headin'?
Em
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
D C
Seems like I been down this road before
Am Em
Is there any truth in that, señor?
Em Bm
Señor, señor
C G
Can you tell me where we're headin'?
Em
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
D C
Seems like I been down this way before
Am Em
Tell me who to contact, señor
Em G Bm
There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck
C Em
An iron cross still hanging down from around her neck
G Bm
And a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot
C Em
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not"
Em Bm
Señor, señor
C G
I can see the painted wagons
Em
Smell the tail of the dragon
D C
This place don't make much sense to me no more
Am Em
Tell me who to contact, señor
Em G Bm
Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
C Em
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
G Bm
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
C Em
He said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing"
Em Bm
Señor, señor
C G
Well my hearts as hard as leather
Em
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together
D C
Just gotta pick myself up off the floor
Am Em
I'll be ready when you are, señor
Em Bm
Señor, señor
C G
Let's overturn the tables
Em
Disconnect all the cables
D C
This place don't make much sense to me no more
Am Em
Tell me who to contact, señor
