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Mexican Home - John Prine
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Mexican Home John Prine

Mexican Home - John Prine
[Verse 1]
Well 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 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 coal that burns inside of me
And I feel a storm all wet and warm not ten miles away
Approaching my Mexican home

[Guitar and Piano Solos]

[Verse 2]
Oh 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
Well the cuckoo clock has died of shock and the windows feel no pain
The air's as still as the throttle on a funeral train

[Chorus]
Mama dear, your boy is here, far across the sea
Waiting for that sacred coal that burns inside of me
And I feel a storm all wet and warm not ten miles away
Approaching my Mexican home
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