Mexican Home

[Verse 1: Chris Knight] It got so hot last night, I swear You couldn't hardly breathe Heat lightning burned the sky like alcohol I sat on the porch without my shoes And I watched the car roll by As the headlights raced To the corner of the kitchen wall [Chorus: Chris Knight and John Prine] Mother, dear, your boy is here far across the sea Waiting for that sacred coal that burns inside of me I feel a storm, all wet and warm, not ten miles away Approaching my Mexican home [Verse 2: Chris Knight & John Prine] 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 The windows feel no pane The air's as still as the throttle on a funeral train [Chorus: John Prine] Mama, dear, your boy is here far across the sea Waiting for that sacred coal that burns inside of me I feel a storm, all wet and warm, not ten miles away Approaching my Mexican home [Verse 3: John Prine] 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 The sun's going down And the moon is just holding its breath [Chorus: Chris Knight and John Prine] Mother, dear, your boy is here far across the sea Waiting for that sacred coal that burns inside of me I feel a storm, all wet and warm, not ten miles away Approaching my Mexican home Approaching my Mexican home