Tim Buckley Tijuana Moon
The padre told me all the hymns were born
Out of the saxophone
And I went down to face them all
Beneath the Tijuana moon
I saw [Incomprehensible]
Two broken lovers strong and strewn
I drank myself into a dream
About the Tijuana moon
Tijuana moon, my daddy, Tijuana moon
Oh my darlin', Tijuana moon
Lord, my daddy, Tijuana moon
Tijuana
Tijuana
Tijuana
You can keep the Texas blues
Tequila and the burning stone
But my amigo had nothing good
Against the Tijuana moon
Tijuana moon, talk about, daddy
Tijuana moon, talk about lovin'
Tijuana moon, talk about, daddy
Tijuana moon
Tijuana moon
Tijuana moon
Tijuana moon
Tijuana moon
Tijuana moon
