Mexican Home - Josh Ritter

It got so hot, last night, I swear

You couldn’t 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

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, it’s 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 pain

The air’s as still

As the throttle on a funeral train

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 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

It’s a matter of life or death

The sun is going down

And the moon is just holding its breath