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John Prine - Mexican Home
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It got so hot, last night, I swear You couldnt 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. Chorus: 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 god! I cried, its 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 And the windows feel no pane The airs as still As the throttle on a funeral train. Chorus: 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 its hurry! hurry! step right up Its a matter of life or death The sun is going down And the moon is just holding its breath. Chorus:
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