In the city of Juarez
All the doors are painted blue
In the city of Juarez
Bullfights begin at half past two
Vanessa comes from the dress shop, says,
I just been listenin’ to you
The water from the city of Juarez
Comes out brown sometimes and smells of sulphur, too

In the city of Juarez
Everybody sleeps til noon
In the city of Juarez
Square corners been outlawed since ’32
Fantastic, orgiastic, pseudo-plastic, fake elastic buttons fly-
From the dresses of the women of the Avenue
In the city of Juarez
The dogs are clean
& the girls are lean
& the gangsters keen
& the posters seen
Everyplace you been
Of El Juleen
He’s the Mexican James Dean–
& the afternoon’s red hot
& the night is cool

In the city of Juarez
Men are men, and the girls are too
In the city of Juarez
They bake their bread in the sun,
Monday, Wednesday, Thursday,
And every other Friday, too-

In the city of Juarez
All the doors are painted blue
In the city of Juarez
Everybody bathes in the central pool
They found the girl who threw Trujillo’s body in the river
When a visiting professor of languages from Lima
Followed her footprints in La Playa and made a plaster cast
Of her shoe–
I’ll be hangin in the city of Juarez,
For the time being, if you wanna see me, come & be with me,
Have of cup of tea,
Next time that you find yourself with time on your hands,
& nothin to do….

(lyrics: Dan Bern)