John Prine – Mexican Home (Ukulele)

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It got so hot, last night, I swear

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You couldnt hardly breathe

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Heat lightning burnt the sky like alcohol

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I sat on the porch without my shoes

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And I watched the cars roll by

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As the headlights raced

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To the corner of the kitchen wall.

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Mama dear Your boy is here

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Far across the sea

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Waiting for That sacred core

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That burns inside of me

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And I feel a storm

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All wet and warm

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Not ten miles away

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Approaching My mexican home.

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My god! I cried, its so hot inside

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You could die in the living room

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Take the fan from the window

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Prop the door back with a broom

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The cuckoo clock has died of shock

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And the windows feel no pane

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The airs as still As the throttle on a funeral train.

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My father died on the porch outside

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On an august afternoon

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I sipped bourbon and cried

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With a friend by the light of the moon

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So its hurry! hurry! step right up

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Its a matter of life or death

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The sun is going down

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And the moon is just holding its breath.