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