Josh Ritter - Mexican home

Last ^Anight it got so ^Dhot, I swear ^ACouldn't hardly ^Dbreathe And heat ^Alightning burnt the ^Esky Like alco^Ahol ^E7 I ^Asat on the porch with^Dout my shoes And I ^Awatched the clouds rol^Dl by As the ^Aheadlights raced To the ^Ecorner of the kitchen ^Awall ^DMama dear, your ^Aboy is here ^DFar across the ^Asea ^DLooking for that s^Aacred core That^E7 burns inside of ^Eme And I ^Afeel a storm All w^Det and warm Not t^Aen miles ^Daway Appro^Aaching my M^Eexican ^Ahome Oh my^A God, I cried, it's so ^Dhot inside You could ^Adie in your living ^Droom Take a fa^An from the window Prop the ^Edoor back with a ^Abroom ^E7 And ^Athe cuckoo clock ^Dhas died of shock And the ^Awindows feel no p^Dane The ^Aair's as still As the t^Ehrottle of a funeral ^Atrain ^DMama dear, your ^Aboy is here ^DFar across the ^Asea ^DLooking for that ^Asacred core That ^E7burns inside of ^Eme And I ^Afeel the storm And it^D's wet and warm Not ^Aten miles a^Dway App^Aroaching my Me^Exican ^Ahome

And my ^Afather died on the ^Dporch outside Was an ^AAugust afternoo^Dn I drank ^ABourbon and cried With a ^Efriend by the light and the ^Amoon ^E7 So it's^A hurry, hurry, ^Dstep right up It's a ^Amatter of life or dea^Dth Oh, the^A sun is going down And the ^Emoon is just holding its ^Abreath ^DMama dear, your ^Aboy is here ^DFar across the ^Asea ^DLooking for that ^Asacred core That ^E7burns inside of ^Eme When I^A feel a storm And it's ^Dwet and warm Not^A ten miles ^Daway Ap^Aproaching my M^Eexican ^Ahome ^E7 Ap^Aproaching my Me^Exican ^Ahome ^E7 Ap^Aproaching my Me^Exican ^Ahome