Mexican Home
John Prine
It got so hot
last night I swear
you couldn't hardly breathe
heat lightning burnt the sky
like alcohol
I sat on the porch
without my shoes
and I watched the cars roll by
as the headlights raced
to the corner of the kitchen wall.

CHORUS:
Mama dear
your boy is here
far across the sea
waiting for
that sacred core
that burns inside of me
and I feel a storm
all wet and warm
not ten miles away
approaching
my Mexican home.

My God! I cried
it's so hot inside
you could die in the living room
take the fan from the window
prop the door back with a broom
the cuckoo clock
has died of shock
and the windows feel no pane
the air's as still
as the throttle on a funeral train.

CHORUS

My father died
on the porch outside
on an August afternoon
I sipped bourbon and cried
with a friend by the light of the moon
so its hurry! hurry!
step right up
it's a matter of life or death
the sun is going down
and the moon is just holding its breath.

CHORUS

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