Well it got so hot, last night I swear, you couldn't hardly breathe   Heat a 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      Well 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      Well 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   Well 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      Well 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 it's hurry, hurry, step right up, it's a matter of a life or death   Well the sun is going down and the moon is just holding its breath      Well 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, all approaching my Mexican home   All approaching my Mexican home