Lyrics:
Aus Der Heimat

My dear son, it's almost June I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well Its been dry, but they?re calling for rain And every thing's the

Translation: Hélène Segara. She came home from school.

Ce sont les gens de par chez-nous Quand ils boivents ils tombent tous saouls Ils s'engagent pour la guerre Sans dire adieu a leurs maitresses Mais quand

Ce sont les gens de par chez-nous Quand ils boivents ils tombent tous saouls Ils s'engagent pour la guerre Sans dire adieu a leurs maitresses Mais quand

It's been handed down for generations From my grandpa to my dad on to me All my life I've been shackled to a bottle I never knew what it was like to

My Dear Son, it is almost June, I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well. Its been dry but they're calling for rain, And everything's

C'mon sugar, atke off your sneakers C'mon Baby, let down your hair I wanna see what's behind those glasses I gotta know what's under there Don't worry

I said I know a shrimp-boat captain out of Galveston I've been thinkin' I'd go down and work a spell Oh you never can tell, it might suit me fine Spend

Turn on the radio, turn on my T.V They're talking bout war They're talking bout peace Talking bout you talking bout me The way we ought to act the way