Well, it got so hot last night I swear you couldn't hardly breathe
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Heat lightning burned the sky like alcohol
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I sat on the porch without my shoes
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and watched the cars roll by
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as the headlights raced to the corner of the kitchen wall
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Mama dear, your girl is here, far across the sea
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searching for that sacred core that burns inside of me
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and I feel the storm, all wet and warm, not ten miles away,
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approaching my Mexican home
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`My God', I cried, `it's so hot inside you could die in the living room'
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Take the fan out of the window, prop the door back with a broom
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The cuckoo clock has died of shock and the windows feel no pane
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and the air's as still as the throttle on a funeral train
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Mama dear, your girl is here, far across the sea
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searching for that sacred core that burns inside of me
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and I feel the storm, all wet and warm, not ten miles away,
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approaching my Mexican home
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My father died on the porch outside on an August afternoon
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I sipped bourbon and I cried with a friend by the light of the moon
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Now its "Hurry, hurry! Step right up! It's a matter of life or death"
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The sun is going down and the moon is just holding its breath
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Mama dear, your girl is here, far across the sea
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waiting for that sacred core that burns inside of me
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and I feel a storm, all wet and warm, not ten miles away,
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approaching my Mexican home
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Mexican Home
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| Iris Dement |
