He sent us off to school when
a teacher came,
He said, “My boy try hard,
do the best you can.”
But the teacher we could not
understand
Because she only talked “Américain”.
Papa couldn’t tell us and it
didn’t make no sense
When the teacher told us we
couldn’t talk no French no more.
Things were changing fast it
Louisiane,
Cajun can’t talk English feel
ashamed.
But nowadays, it’s getting
so you can’t
Tell the Cajuns from Amércains.
Papa couldn’t tell us and it
didn’t make no sense
When the teacher told us we
couldn’t talk no French no more.
Do you hear me calling, do
you understand?
Once it is gone, it ain’t
never coming back no more.
I got me a job just like my
Papa planned,
I wear a suit and dirt never
touch my hand,
But I still see the look in
my Papa’s eyes,
The pain and the shame that
he just could not hide.
Papa couldn’t tell us and it
didn’t make no sense
When the teacher told us we
couldn’t talk no French no more.
Do you hear me calling, do
you understand?
Once it is gone, it ain’t
never coming back no more.
Hé, mon cher garçon,
Est-ce que tu me comprends?
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