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 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.





CHORUS