Mexican Home - John Prine

作词：John Prine/Bobby Woods/Cissy Houston/David Briggs/John Christopher/John Prine/John Prine/Kenny Malone/Mike Leach/Reggie Young/Steve Goodman

作曲：John Prine/Bobby Woods/Cissy Houston/David Briggs/John Christopher/John Prine/John Prine/Kenny Malone/Mike Leach/Reggie Young/Steve Goodman

Well 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

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 it's hurry hurry

Step right up

It's a matter of life or death

Well the sun is going down

And the moon is just holding it's 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 aproaching my mexican home

All approaching my mexican home