John PrineMexican Home

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 it's hurry! hurry! step right up It's a matter of life or death The sun is going down And the moon is just holding it's breath. Chorus: © 2018