Mi Casa Tu Casa
I was riding and drifting like the desert sand shifting
Just an outlaw with no place to go
When hungry and saddle sore I rode up to the door
Of a rancho in old Mexico
The elderly Patron he bid me good day
When he saw I was weary I heard him say
Mi casa tu casa my house is yours
Come in and sit down por favor
There's wine and there's bread here
There's rest for your head here
Mi casa tu casa Senor
To his table he lead me he wined me and fed me
I was served by his wife and I saw
She was so young and lovely and her black eyes said love me
That night came a knock at my door
And I knew a love like I'd never known
But each time she kissed me my conscience would moan
Mi casa tu casa my house is yours...
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The whole house is sleeping as I'm quietly creeping
Out the back door to the stables and then
I'll saddle my horse and ride but something in me will die
For I never will see her again
I've robbed and I've stolen this may be true
But how can you steal from the one who tells you
Mi casa tu casa my house is yours...
Mi casa tu casa Senor
Autor(es): Cy Coben
