Tijuana Moon
LARRY BECKETT, 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:
Tijuana moon,
My daddy Tijuana moon,
Oh my darlin',
Tijuana moon Lord my daddy
Tijuana moon
You can keep the Texas blues,
Tequila and the burning stone,
But my amigo
Nothin's good against the Tijuana moon
Talk about daddy Tijuana moon
Talk about lovin' Tijuana moon
Talk about daddy Tijuana moon