Lyrics:
Last night it got so hot, I swearCouldn't hardly breatheAnd heat lightning burnt the skyLike alcoholI sat on the porch without my shoesAnd I watched the cars roll byAs the headlights racedTo the corner of the kitchen wallMama dear, your boy is hereFar across the seaLooking for that sacred coreThat burns inside of meAnd I feel the stormIt's wet and warmNot ten miles awayApproaching my Mexican homeOh my God, I cried, it's so hot insideYou could die in your living roomTake the fan from the windowProp the door back with a broomThe cuckoo clock has died of shockAnd the windows feel no paneThe air's as as stillAs the throttle of a funeral trainMama dear, your boy is hereFar across the seaLooking for that sacred coreThat burns inside of meAnd I feel the stormIt's wet and warmNot ten miles awayApproaching my Mexican homeAnd my father died on the porch outsideWas an August afternoonI drank Bourbon and criedWith a friend by the light and the moonSo it's hurry, hurry, step right upIt's a matter of life or deathOh, the sun is going downAnd the moon is just holding its breathMama dear, your boy is hereFar across the seaLooking for that sacred coreThat burns inside of meAnd I feel a stormAnd it's wet and warmNot ten miles awayApproaching my Mexican homeApproaching my Mexican homeApproaching my Mexican home