No French, No More Testo

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 ❝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?