Mexican Home

Well it got so hot, last night, I swear You couldn't hardly breathe Heat lightning burn'd 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 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 Oh 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 Well 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 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 Well, 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 Well the sun's going down And the moon is just holding its breath 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 All approaching my Mexican home All approaching my Mexican home