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• Artiste: Chris Knight
• Titre: Mexican Home
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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 I watched the car roll by As the headlights raced To the corner of the kitchen wall Mother, dear, your boy is here far across the sea Waiting for that sacred coal that burns inside of me 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 The windows feel no pane 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 coal that burns inside of me 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 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 Mother, dear, your boy is here far across the sea Waiting for that sacred coal that burns inside of me I feel a storm, all wet and warm, not ten miles away Approaching my Mexican home Approaching my Mexican home