No French, No More Songtext / Lyric

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,

Est-ce que tu me comprends?