Tijuana Moon - Tim Buckley

They told me all the hymns were born

Out of the saxophone,

And I went down to test them all

Beneath the Tijuana moon,

I saw violence in the moon

Two broken lovers strong and strewn,

I drank myself into a dream:

Tiajuana moon,

My daddy Tiajuana moon,

Oh my darlin',

Tiajuana moon Lord my daddy

Tiajuana moon

You can keep the Texas blues,

Tequila and the bruning stone,

But my amigo

Nothin’s good against the Tijuana moon

Talk about daddy Tiajuana moon

Talk about lovin' Tiajuana moon

Talk about daddy Tiujuana moon