Mexican Home (feat. John Prine)

Well, it got so hot last night I swear

Couldn't hardly breathe

The lighting burnt the sky like alcohol

I sat on the porch without my shoes

And I watched the car roll by

As the headlights raced

To the corner of the kitchen wall

Mother, dear, your boy is here

Far across the sea

Waiting for that sacred coal

That burns inside of me

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

The windows feel no pain

The air as still as the throttle on a funeral train

Mama, dear, your boy is here

Far across the sea

Waiting for that sacred coal

That burns inside of me

And I feel a storm, all wet and warm

Not ten miles away

We're approaching my Mexican home

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 a 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

Mother, dear, your boy is here

Far across the sea

Waiting for that sacred coal

That burns inside of me

And I feel a storm, all wet and warm

Not ten miles away

Approaching my Mexican home

Approaching my Mexican home