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Текст песни John Prine - Mexican Home

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It got so hot, last night, I swearYou couldnt hardly breatheHeat lightning burnt the sky like alcoholI sat on the porch without my shoesAnd I watched the cars roll byAs the headlights racedTo the corner of the kitchen wall.Chorus:Mama dearYour boy is hereFar across the seaWaiting forThat sacred coreThat burns inside of meAnd I feel a stormAll wet and warmNot ten miles awayApproachingMy mexican home.My god! I cried, its so hot insideYou could die in the living roomTake the fan from the windowProp the door back with a broomThe cuckoo clock has died of shockAnd the windows feel no paneThe airs as stillAs the throttle on a funeral train.Chorus:My father died on the porch outsideOn an august afternoonI sipped bourbon and criedWith a friend by the light of the moonSo its hurry! hurry! step right upIts a matter of life or deathThe sun is going downAnd the moon is just holding its breath.Chorus:

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