Last night it got so hot, I swear Couldn't hardly breathe And 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 Looking for that sacred core That burns inside of me
And I feel the storm It's 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 your 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 air's as as still As the throttle of a funeral train
Mama dear, your boy is here Far across the sea Looking for that sacred core That burns inside of me
And I feel the storm It's wet and warm Not ten miles away Approaching my Mexican home
And my father died on the porch outside Was an August afternoon I drank Bourbon and cried With a friend by the light and the moon
So it's hurry, hurry, step right up It's a matter of life or death Oh, the sun is going down And the moon is just holding its breath
Mama dear, your boy is here Far across the sea Looking for that sacred core That burns inside of me
And I feel a storm And it's wet and warm Not ten miles away Approaching my Mexican home Approaching my Mexican home Approaching my Mexican homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
