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