Mexican Home Lyrics

	Lyrics：John Prine Music：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.
	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:

	Lyrics: John Prine Music: 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.
	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:

	Lyrics: John Prine Music: 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.
	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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