Mexican Home

Well it got so hot last night I swear
I could hardly breathe
Heat lightning burned 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

Mother dear, your boy is here
Far across the sea
Waiting for that sacred core
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 is dialled to shock
The windows feel no pain
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

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
It's a hurry hurry, step right up
It's a matter of life or death
The sun's goin' down and the moon's
Just holdin' its breath

Mother 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

Approaching my Mexican home