Mexican Home - Live

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.
 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.
 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 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.