Señor, señor, do you know where she’s been ridin’?
How long is it gonna stay hidin’?
I gotta hold down, baby, when the chilly winds grab the door
Tell me where to picket it for, señor
Señor, señor, 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, señor?