It got so hot, last night, I swear
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You couldn't hardly breathe
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Heat lightning burnt the sky like alcohol
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I sat on the porch without my shoes
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And I watched the cars roll by
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As the headlights raced
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To the corner of the kitchen wall.
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[Chorus:]
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Mama dear
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Your boy is here
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Far across the sea
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Waiting for
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That sacred core
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That burns inside of me
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And I feel a storm
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All wet and warm
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Not ten miles away
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Approaching
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My Mexican home.
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My God! I cried, it's so hot inside
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You could die in the living room
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Take the fan from the window
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Prop the door back with a broom
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The cuckoo clock has died of shock
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And the windows feel no pane
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The air's as still
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As the throttle on a funeral train.
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[Chorus]
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My father died on the porch outside
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On an August afternoon
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I sipped bourbon and cried
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With a friend by the light of the moon
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So its hurry! hurry! Step right up
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It's a matter of life or death
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The sun is going down
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And the moon is just holding its breath.
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[Chorus]
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Mexican Home
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| John Prine |
