Testo di Tijuana

I got lost on my way home from Tijuana I didn't think highway five went that far But I had to stop someplace to get directions And I guess that's how I wound up in this bar Now I'm stuck in this bar 'Cause I can't find my car I'm wishing on a star like a fool I need a dime for the phone I wish I was home The lonesome night can be so cruel Well, I lost all my paycheck playing eight ball Foxy waitress made a rail shot one time I bet her that she couldn't do it again And that's when I lost my last dime Now I'm stuck in this bar 'Cause I can't find my car I'm wishing on a star like a fool I need a dime for the phone God, I wish I was home The lonesome night can be so cruel This reminds me of the time We were drinkin' some Red Mountain wine In the back of a Volkswagen Bus And I wound up in Jail With no one to go my bail But at least, I knew where I was