Mexican Home

Last night it got so hot, I swear

Couldn't hardly breathe

And 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

Looking for that sacred core

That burns inside of me

And I feel the storm

It's 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 your 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 as still

As the throttle of a funeral train

Mama dear, your boy is here

Far across the sea

Looking for that sacred core

That burns inside of me

And I feel the storm

It's wet and warm

Not ten miles away

Approaching my Mexican home

And my father died on the porch outside

Was an August afternoon

I drank Bourbon and cried

With a friend by the light and the moon

So it's hurry, hurry, step right up

It's a matter of life or death

Oh, the sun is going down

And the moon is just holding its breath

Mama dear, your boy is here

Far across the sea

Looking for that sacred core

That burns inside of me

And I feel a storm

And it's wet and warm

Not ten miles away

Approaching my Mexican home

Approaching my Mexican home

Approaching my Mexican home