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No French, No More
My Papa was a hard working mand,
Held a plow inside a caloused hand.
Up before the sun out on theland.
Try to give us everything he can.
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 Am? ricain .
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 Am? rcains.
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.
H?, mon cher gar? on,
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