She was born in Tijuana
Wild as that old western town
Somehow the years found her
Out here in Birmingham
We met in a restaurant
Swapping stories of the west
As the nighttime rolled along
She touched away the misery that was beating in my chest
And I shared with her the stories
Of a wild man who roams
She laughed with understanding
Sharing stories of her own
She was born in Tijuana
Wild as that old western town
Then landed in El Paso
And made her way to Birmingham
In the morning she told me
How she would hold me until I moved on
I knew from the night we spent without sleeping
I found a dream I thought was gone
And I shared with her the stories
Of a drunk man singing a lonesome song
She smiled with understanding
And shared a lonesome dream of her own
She was born in Tijuana
Wild as that old western town
The good lord sent her
To save a wild man from dying alone in Birmingham
She was born in Tijuana
Wild as that old western town
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