Mexican Home Chords by John Prine
Tempo:
74.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
A
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[C] [Am]
[G] [D] [G] [D] [G]
Well it got so hot last night I [C] swam, you couldn't hardly breathe.
[G] Heat of lightning [D] burned the sky [G] like alcohol.
[G]
I sat on the porch without my [C] shoes and I watched the cars roll by
[G] as the headlights [D] reached to the corner of [G] the kitchen wall.
[D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that cigarette [D] cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all around, [C] one night and ten miles away.
[G] A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
[G] [C]
[G] [D] [G]
Oh my God, I cried, it's so hot inside, [C] you could die in a room.
[G] Take the fan from the window, [D] probably go back with [G] a phone.
Well the cuckoo clock is [C] dialed short and the windows still don't bang.
[D] [G] The air is still [D] as a bottle of gin [G] and tonic.
[Em] [D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that [D] cigarette cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all [C] around, one night and ten miles [G] away.
A bruised [D] chain, my neck's [G] looking hollow.
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
[Gm] [C]
[G] [D] [G]
Well my father died on a porch outside [C] on an August afternoon.
[Am] [G] I slept burping and [D] cried with a friend by the light [G] of the moon.
[Bm] [G]
So it's hurry, hurry, step right up, [C] it's a matter of life or death.
[D] [G] Well the sun's [D] going down and the moon's just holding [G] its breath.
[D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that cigarette [D] cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all around, [C] one night and ten miles [G] away.
A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[Bm] [G] A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[G]
A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
[C]
[G] [D]
[C] [Am]
[G] [D] [G] [D] [G]
Well it got so hot last night I [C] swam, you couldn't hardly breathe.
[G] Heat of lightning [D] burned the sky [G] like alcohol.
[G]
I sat on the porch without my [C] shoes and I watched the cars roll by
[G] as the headlights [D] reached to the corner of [G] the kitchen wall.
[D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that cigarette [D] cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all around, [C] one night and ten miles away.
[G] A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
[G] [C]
[G] [D] [G]
Oh my God, I cried, it's so hot inside, [C] you could die in a room.
[G] Take the fan from the window, [D] probably go back with [G] a phone.
Well the cuckoo clock is [C] dialed short and the windows still don't bang.
[D] [G] The air is still [D] as a bottle of gin [G] and tonic.
[Em] [D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that [D] cigarette cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all [C] around, one night and ten miles [G] away.
A bruised [D] chain, my neck's [G] looking hollow.
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
[Gm] [C]
[G] [D] [G]
Well my father died on a porch outside [C] on an August afternoon.
[Am] [G] I slept burping and [D] cried with a friend by the light [G] of the moon.
[Bm] [G]
So it's hurry, hurry, step right up, [C] it's a matter of life or death.
[D] [G] Well the sun's [D] going down and the moon's just holding [G] its breath.
[D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that cigarette [D] cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all around, [C] one night and ten miles [G] away.
A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[Bm] [G] A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[G]
A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
[C]
[G] [D]
Key:
G
D
C
A
Am
G
D
C
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _
Well it got so hot last night I [C] swam, you couldn't hardly breathe.
[G] Heat of lightning [D] burned the sky [G] like alcohol.
_ [G] _
I sat on the porch without my [C] shoes and I watched the cars roll by
[G] as the headlights [D] reached to the corner of [G] the kitchen wall. _ _
[D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that cigarette [D] cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all around, [C] one night and ten miles away.
[G] A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
Oh my God, I cried, it's so hot inside, [C] you could die in a room. _
[G] Take the fan from the window, [D] probably go back with [G] a phone. _ _
Well the cuckoo clock is [C] dialed short and the windows still don't bang.
[D] [G] The air is still [D] as a bottle of gin [G] and tonic. _ _
[Em] _ [D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that [D] cigarette cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all [C] around, one night and ten miles [G] away.
A bruised [D] chain, my neck's [G] looking hollow. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
Well my father died on a porch outside [C] on an August afternoon.
[Am] [G] I slept burping and [D] cried with a friend by the light [G] of the moon.
[Bm] _ [G] _
So it's hurry, hurry, step right up, [C] it's a matter of life or death.
[D] [G] Well the sun's [D] going down and the moon's just holding [G] its breath. _ _
[D] _ Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that cigarette [D] cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all around, [C] one night and ten miles [G] away.
A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[Bm] [G] A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[G] _
A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [G] _
Well it got so hot last night I [C] swam, you couldn't hardly breathe.
[G] Heat of lightning [D] burned the sky [G] like alcohol.
_ [G] _
I sat on the porch without my [C] shoes and I watched the cars roll by
[G] as the headlights [D] reached to the corner of [G] the kitchen wall. _ _
[D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that cigarette [D] cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all around, [C] one night and ten miles away.
[G] A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
Oh my God, I cried, it's so hot inside, [C] you could die in a room. _
[G] Take the fan from the window, [D] probably go back with [G] a phone. _ _
Well the cuckoo clock is [C] dialed short and the windows still don't bang.
[D] [G] The air is still [D] as a bottle of gin [G] and tonic. _ _
[Em] _ [D] Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that [D] cigarette cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all [C] around, one night and ten miles [G] away.
A bruised [D] chain, my neck's [G] looking hollow. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
Well my father died on a porch outside [C] on an August afternoon.
[Am] [G] I slept burping and [D] cried with a friend by the light [G] of the moon.
[Bm] _ [G] _
So it's hurry, hurry, step right up, [C] it's a matter of life or death.
[D] [G] Well the sun's [D] going down and the moon's just holding [G] its breath. _ _
[D] _ Mama, there are your boys [G] here, dark off the sea.
[A] Well it ain't cold, that cigarette [D] cold, that burns inside of me
[G] and I feel a storm all around, [C] one night and ten miles [G] away.
A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[Bm] [G] A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow.
[G] _
A bruised [D] chain, my [G] neck's looking hollow. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _