Señor
Willie Nelson & Calexico Lyrics


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Senor, senor, do you know 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 is 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 blowin' on that upper deck,
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.
There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not."

Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon,
I can smell the tail of the dragon.
Can't stand the suspense 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.
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
Said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."

Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather.
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.
I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.
I'm ready when you are, senor.

Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,
Overturn these tables.




This place don't make sense to me no more.
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?

Overall Meaning

The song "Senor" by Willie Nelson and Calexico appears to be a conversation between two individuals, one of whom is referred to as senor. The singer asks for directions to a particular road, wondering if they are headed towards Armageddon. The senor seems to know more than the singer and the latter also questions if the senor knows where the singer's lover is hiding. The singer reminisces about a time when he was with her, and there's a marching band playing in the background. He is anxious and worried, and seeks answers from the senor about what's next. As the song progresses, the singer narrates a weird dream that seems almost prophetic, causing him to feel restless and agitated.


The song is filled with vivid symbolism and portrays a sense of impending doom. It's left to interpretation as to what the song is really about, whether it is about an impending apocalypse or something more personal like a relationship in trouble. One could also look at the song as a commentary on life's journey, the uncertainties that come with it and the search for answers. Will we ever truly know where we are headed or where our loved ones are hiding?


Line by Line Meaning

Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'?
Senor, senor, do you have any idea of where our journey will take us?


Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Is our destination a peaceful, idyllic countryside or an apocalyptic wasteland?


Seems like I been down this way before.
It appears as if I have already travelled this road before.


Is there any truth in that, senor?
Is my feeling of déjà vu consistent with reality, senor?


Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin'?
Senor, senor, do you have knowledge of her whereabouts?


How long are we gonna be ridin'?
For how much longer do I have to travel on this journey?


How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
For how much longer do I have to stay alert while waiting for her?


Will there be any comfort there, senor?
Can I expect to take comfort when I finally find her, senor?


There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck,
The upper deck remains afflicted by a malevolent wind,


There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.
She continues to be burdened by an imposing, heavy iron cross around her neck.


There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot
In that empty plot of land, the marching band continues to play.


Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not."
At that place where she once embraced me and made me promise never to forget her.


Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon,
Senor, senor, I can spot the wagon decorated with elaborate and colorful ornamentation.


I can smell the tail of the dragon.
I can perceive the trace of the dragon's presence.


Can't stand the suspense anymore.
I can't endure the anticipation any longer.


Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?
Can you provide me with the contact information of someone who can sort this out, senor?


Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
The only thing I recollect before being overcome and brought to my knees


Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field.
Was the memory of these foolish passengers who were held captive by a powerful magnetic force.


A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
A nomad with a damaged banner and a flickering piece of jewelry


Said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."
Declared, "Young man, this isn't a mere illusion but actual reality."


Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather.
Senor, senor, you understand how cold, callous, and inflexible they are.


Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.
Just a moment, please. Let me collect myself and regain my composure.


I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.
I simply must elevate myself from the prone position on the ground.


I'm ready when you are, senor.
I'm prepared to act as soon as you are, senor.


Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,
Senor, senor, let's detach these wires,


Overturn these tables.
Let's turn these furniture items over.


This place don't make sense to me no more.
This location no longer appears logical to me.


Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
Can you inform me of what we're still waiting for, senor?




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BOB DYLAN

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Comments from YouTube:

@erockelmtree7868

I love willie Nelson’s phrasing

@xcesiv7

One of my favorite Dylan songs and this version gives me goosebumps.

@nobugsinak

My favorite cover of one of Dylan's best songs. They nailed it.

@paulhely8930

I love this version. Brilliant.

@tomatetupil

The day my son was born, driving in the snow to meet him, this was on the radio, la resistencia

@neronine8679

.. do You give him a name Senor, after all.. 😁.. 👍..

@swamifakkananda4043

What does la resistancia have 2 do with this???????

@jerrywalters101

His respect for Mexico is truth... He treated them as equals and admits the powers which only a few of us have the brains and balls to admit. More credit to him. God bless Willie

@jeffs1546

Bob Dylan wrote this. But yeah, Willie is great too.

@mauriciomedina5528

We appreciate it amigo.

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