Mexican Home Lyrics - Iris Dement

Well, it got so hot last night I swear you couldn't hardly breathe 

Heat lightning burned the sky like alcohol 

I sat on the porch without my shoes 

and watched the cars roll by 

as the headlights raced to the corner of the kitchen wall 

Mama dear, your girl is here, far across the sea 

searching for that sacred core that burns inside of me 

and I feel the 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 out of the window, prop the door back with a broom 

The cuckoo clock has died of shock and the windows feel no pane 

and the air's as still as the throttle on a funeral train 

Mama dear, your girl is here, far across the sea 

searching for that sacred core that burns inside of me 

and I feel the 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 I cried with a friend by the light of the moon 

Now 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 

Mama dear, your girl 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