作词 : John Prine
作曲 : John Prine
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
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 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 it's, "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
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
[00:00.00] 作词 : John Prine
[00:00.50] 作曲 : John Prine
[00:01.00]It got so hot, last night, I swear
[00:22.83]You couldn't hardly breathe
[00:25.88]Heat lightning burnt the sky like alcohol
[00:30.65]I sat on the porch without my shoes
[00:35.80]And I watched the cars roll by
[00:38.72]As the headlights raced
[00:40.88]To the corner of the kitchen wall
[00:43.64]Mama dear, your boy is here
[00:48.78]Far across the sea
[00:51.74]Waiting for that sacred core
[00:55.34]That burns inside of me
[00:58.00]And I feel a storm all wet and warm
[01:01.80]Not ten miles away
[01:04.85]Approaching my Mexican home
[01:09.37]My God! I cried, it's so hot inside
[01:40.85]You could die in the living room
[01:43.65]Take the fan from the window
[01:46.18]Prop the door back with a broom
[01:49.02]The cuckoo clock has died of shock
[01:53.79]And the windows feel no pane
[01:56.50]The air's as still
[01:58.73]As the throttle on a funeral train
[02:02.28]Mama dear, your boy is here
[02:06.81]Far across the sea
[02:09.82]Waiting for that sacred core
[02:13.32]That burns inside of me
[02:16.01]And I feel a storm all wet and warm
[02:19.70]Not ten miles away
[02:22.56]Approaching my Mexican home
[02:29.16]My father died on the porch outside
[02:58.77]On an August afternoon
[03:01.68]I sipped bourbon and cried
[03:03.79]With a friend by the light of the moon
[03:07.70]So it's, "Hurry! Hurry! Step right up"
[03:11.55]It's a matter of life or death
[03:14.56]The sun is going down
[03:16.25]And the moon is just holding its breath
[03:20.00]Mama dear, your boy is here
[03:24.54]Far across the sea
[03:27.34]Waiting for that sacred core
[03:30.88]That burns inside of me
[03:34.32]And I feel a storm all wet and warm
[03:37.32]Not ten miles away
[03:40.60]Approaching my Mexican home
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