Amadie

Voici une histoire D'un homme cajun Amadie adouin Etat son nom Avec sa guitare Et avec sa voix Amadie adouin Etait le roi Here is the story Of a cajun man Amadie adouin Was his name With his guitar And his voice Amadie adouin Was the king In a town seperated by railroad tracks When one side's white the other side must be black La sueur brulait Dans ses yeux Les blancs ont crie N' arrete pas Quand amadie pouvait Plus jouer Il demandait a celine Son mouchoir (the sweat burnt In his eyes The whites shouted Don't stop When amadie couldn't Play anymore He asked to celine His handerchief) Black were the tears amadie adouin cried Tears a white handkerchief just could not hide Les bois d'arcadia Ils sont morts Au fond de la terre Amadie s'endort Mais si vous voulez Ecouter sa voix Demande aux ricains De la chercher d'en bas (the forest of arcadia Is dead Deep under the ground Amadie falls asleep But if you want to listen To his voice Ask the yanks To look for it from the bottom) They ran right over amadie's vocal cords Good old boys in a good ol' model t ford Amadie took a walk by the railroad track To the other side and he won't be coming back They ran right over amadie's vocal cords Those good old boys in a good old model t ford Amadie took a walk by the railroad track To the other side and he won't be coming back