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Amadie
Here's a story
Of a Cajun man
Amadie Adouin
States her name
With her guitar
And with her voice
Amadie Adouin
Was the king
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 separated by railroad tracks
When one side's white the other side must be black
br/>The sweat was burning
In his eyes
The white people screamed
Don't stop
When Amadie could
play no more
He asked Celine
His handkerchief
(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
They are dead
At the bottom of the earth
Amadie falls asleep
But if you want
Listen to her voice
Ask the Ricans
For search from below
(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

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