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JOHN PRINE
Sweet Revenge 1973
Mexican Home текст песни
Mexican Home
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.
Chorus:
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 pane
The air's as still
As the throttle on a funeral train.
Chorus:
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 is going down
And the moon is just holding it's breath.
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