Mexican Home(LP版) - John Prine

Mexican Home (LP版) - John Prine (约翰·普林)
Well it got so hot
Last night I swear
You couldn't 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
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
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 pane
The air's as still as the throttle on a funeral train
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
Well 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
Well the sun is going down
And the moon is just holding it's breath
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
All aproaching my mexican home
All approaching my mexican home