It got so hot last night, I swear
You couldn't hardly breathe
Heat lightning ran through sky like alcohol
I sat on my porch without my shoes
And watched the cars roll by
As the headlights raced to the corner of the kitchen wall
Mama dear, your boy's 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
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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
And the cuckoo clock has died of shock
The windows feel no pain
And the air is as still as the throttle on a funeral train
Mama dear, your boy's 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
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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
The sun's going down, and the moon is just holding its breath
Mama dear, your boy's 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
Approaching my Mexican home
Approaching my Mexican home