La Casita de Madera

I still remember the wooden little house
Playing outside with dirt and mud
My mother called us to eat
Tortillas on the table were served

Then I grew up, saw my old man age
Gray hairs started to show
He worked days, nights
To bring us food

I hit the streets and took a breath
Lit a cigarette and then reflected
The greatest wealth in life
Is my family, they take care of me

It was always a mess, I always preferred action
Buying and selling, also production
Four years in the penitentiary
So I could get my act together

Laying bricks like my old man taught me
Two princesses I have to take care of
Another one on the way
I'll always give my life for them

With this urge to drink
A bottle to drown sorrows
Real men we are
If we know hunger and what it's like to struggle

I never ordered a corrido to be made
But my buddy is with me one hundred percent
Today I toast to him and with him
With a Don Julio and a smooth hit

A little cigarette to calm the stress
Turn up the stereo and let it boom again
Light up the grill
A grilled meat is a luxury I give myself

No time for mistakes, I focus on work
Aim set on taking care of my old lady
Three times a week
A little visit to see her sigh

I still remember the wooden little house
Playing outside with dirt and mud
My mother called us to eat
Tortillas on the table were served