Here is a story of a Cajun man
Amadie Adouin states his name
With her guitar and with her voice
Amadie Adouin was the king
In a town separated by railroad tracks
When one side's white the other side must be black
The sweat burned in his eyes
The white people shouted don't stop
When Amadie could no longer play
He asked Celine her handkerchief
Black were the tears Amadie Adouin cried
Tears a white handkerchief just could not hide
The woods of Arcadia They are dead
At the bottom of the earth Amadie s' falls asleep
But if you want to listen to her voice
Ask the Ricans to look for her from below
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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