Lyrics Mexican Home - Live - John Prine
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.
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.
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.
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