Tim Buckley — Tijuana Moon

The Padre told me me all the hymns were born Out of the saxophone And I went down to festival Beneath the Tijuana moon I sawa fvghtcre in the hole Two broken lovers strung and strewn I drank myself into a dream About the Tijuana moon Tijuana moon My irtd Tajuana moon Oh my darlin' Tiajuana moon Lord, my dirty Tijuana moon Tijauana Tija-tijuana Tijuana You can kick the Texas blues Tequila and the burning spoon Bu,t my amigo Nothings good against the Tijuana moon Talk about dirty Talk about dirty Tijuana moon Oh but I love her Talk about dirty Tijuana moon Oh, but I love her Tijuana moon Oh, Lord, that dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty Tijuana Moon (fades)