Mexican Home
Last night it got so hot, I swear
Couldn't hardly breathe
And 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
Mama dear, your boy is here
Far across the sea
Looking for that sacred core
That burns inside of me
And I feel the storm
It's wet and warm
Not ten miles away
Approaching my Mexican home
Oh my God, I cried, it's so hot inside
You could die in your 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 as still
As the throttle of a funeral train
Mama dear, your boy is here
Far across the sea
Looking for that sacred core
That burns inside of me
And I feel the storm
It's wet and warm
Not ten miles away
Approaching my Mexican home
And my father died on the porch outside
Was an August afternoon
I drank Bourbon and cried
With a friend by the light and the moon
So it's hurry, hurry, step right up
It's a matter of life or death
Oh, the sun is going down
And the moon is just holding its breath
Mama dear, your boy is here
Far across the sea
Looking for that sacred core
That burns inside of me
And I feel a storm
And it's wet and warm
Not ten miles away
Approaching my Mexican home
Approaching my Mexican home
Approaching my Mexican home
Couldn't hardly breathe
And 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
Mama dear, your boy is here
Far across the sea
Looking for that sacred core
That burns inside of me
And I feel the storm
It's wet and warm
Not ten miles away
Approaching my Mexican home
Oh my God, I cried, it's so hot inside
You could die in your 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 as still
As the throttle of a funeral train
Mama dear, your boy is here
Far across the sea
Looking for that sacred core
That burns inside of me
And I feel the storm
It's wet and warm
Not ten miles away
Approaching my Mexican home
And my father died on the porch outside
Was an August afternoon
I drank Bourbon and cried
With a friend by the light and the moon
So it's hurry, hurry, step right up
It's a matter of life or death
Oh, the sun is going down
And the moon is just holding its breath
Mama dear, your boy is here
Far across the sea
Looking for that sacred core
That burns inside of me
And I feel a storm
And it's wet and warm
Not ten miles away
Approaching my Mexican home
Approaching my Mexican home
Approaching my Mexican home
Credits
Writer(s): John Prine
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