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John Prine - Mexican Home lyrics
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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