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