Just below San Diego
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Tijuana, land of broken dreams
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Senoritas dancing in the moonlight
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Flashing Spanish dark eyes to everyone, it seems
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They say "Hey, gringo
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Can you take us across the border
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Just tell them I'm your daughter
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Of a local."
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Down the backstreets, through the alleys
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All the young men stand with pride
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They guard the palace to the kingdom
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Called Tijuana, their heritage they decide
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They say "Hey, gringo
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Can you take us across the border
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We'll work for just a quarter
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On the other side"
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Tijuana
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J. J. Cale |