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Текст (слова) песни: John Prine - Mexican Home



It got so hot, last night, I swear

You couldnt 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.

Chorus:

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.

My god! I cried, its so hot inside

You could die in the 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 airs as still

As the throttle on a funeral train.

Chorus:

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 its hurry! hurry! step right up

Its a matter of life or death

The sun is going down

And the moon is just holding its breath.

Chorus:

 

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