Cajun - Balfa Brothers - Drunkards Waltz WITH Lyrics

Here are the lyrics in French AND English. This is MY personal favorite cajun song of all time. Enjoy.....

Hey, yaille, depuis l'âge de quatorze ans,
J'après rouler manche à manche
Après rouler avec ma bouteille dans la main
Pour essayer d'en trouver
Pour essayer d'en trouver une autre comme toi
T'es la seule mon couer désire
Hey, bébé
Chaque fois je pars de la maison
Pop et mom se mettent à pleurer
Ça me suit jusqu'à la porte du cour
En disant, " Toi t'es un bon à rien"
Fait pas ça, viens, donc nous rejoindre
Oh,ye yaille, mais moi j'ai toujours dit
Toujours dit à mon vieux pop et à ma chère vieille bonne maman
Moi, je connais j'suis un bon à rien
J'suis un bon à rien pour moi-même
J'ai jamais fait rien pour personne
Hey Bébé
Aujourd'hui n'importe ayoù
N'importe ayoù moi j'peux passer
Blanc et noir, ça me pointe au doigt, chère
En disant, "Gardez-là,"
"Gardez-là le bon à rien, le rouleur et bambocheur"
Hey, chère,
Aujourd'hui J'suis condamné
Condamné à rouler
Ma bourouette sur ma planche de six pouces
Quatre-vingt dix neuf ans.
Quatre-vingt dix neuf ans, c'est la limite d'un bon a rien
Ça c'est le restant de ma vie
Aussi loin de cette la moi j'aime
Et quand j'étais petit
Moi je braillais pour des patates
Et quand moi j'suis devenu moyen,
Moi, je braillais pour ma bouteille
Asteur, moi j'suis grand
J'après brailler pour les 'tites veuves
Je serais content d'avoir une et de l'amener à ma maison.

In English
Hey, since the age of fourteen
I've rambled from road to road
Rambling with my bottle in hand
Trying to find another like you,
You're the only one my heart desires
Hey Baby, each time I leave my house
Pop and mom start crying
They follow me to the gate of the yard
Saying "You're good for nothing,
"Don't do that and come back and join us."
Oh, I always said
Always said to my old pop and to my dear old mom
I know I'm a good for nothing
I'm good for nothing for myself
I never did anything for anybody
Hey Baby,
Today, no matter where I go
The whites and the blacks point their fingers at me
Saying, "Look there, look there a the good for nothing,
The drunken rambler"
Hey, dear
Today I'm condemned
Condemned to ramble
My wheelbarrow on my six-inch plank,
For ninety --nine years
Ninety-nine years, that's the limit for a good for nothing.
That's the rest of my life
So far from the one I love
When I was little
I cried for my potato
And when I got older,
I'd cry for my bottle
Now I'm grown
And I'm crying for the little widows
I'd be so happy to have one,
And bring her back to my house.

Category:

Music

Tags:

• balfa
• cajun
• drunkards
• waltz
• fiddle
• accordion
• louisiana

[kll510]

Yes Scrambler390 could you please give me the English translation of the song? I love it but have no idea what they are saying.

Also does anyone have a video of the performance of Dewey and Christine Balfa from the movie "The Big Easy"? Would love to see it. I remember seeing the movie and liked it a lot but I don't remember that part of it.

[SCRAMBLER390]

Addded lyrics. AWESOME SONG.. I have to listen to it over and over, I cannot just listen to it just once.lol

[SCRAMBLER390]

AWESOME SONG!!!!!!! I Love it.

[jackardoin]

dewey drove my dad's school bus when my dad was young

[hehepepeonmeme]

this makes me proud of being french and want to be southern haha

[drjazzisme]

Love this music...expect its because I'm a mad crazy NEW ORLEANS jazz fan...I'm off to investigate,learn and listen to lots more of this wonderful music.Thanks for posting...DWM.England.UK.

[Blogdoovian]

"When I was little / I cried for my potato / And when I got older / I'd cry for my bottle."

Now THAT's some good lyrics.

[havensbayou1]

Cajun music is slowly dying

[havensbayou1]

Canine music is slowly dying

[gianlucah1968]

a wonderful and deep french fingerprint on US huge culture.

[clovenrick]

I remember clocking out at the shipyard and half the men speaking French. Once, mother-in-law cloud barely speak English now she claims not to remember French. The family reunion had its own Cajon fais-do-do now its a DJ. I remember the bouchere. We would kill the cochon, make head cheese, blood sausage, cracklin, wrap the meat, a big party all helped and shared in.

But Cajon is dying now.

Son de mauvaise, de triste de triste.

Les jeunes qui veulent être noirs, pas Cajon. My kid too.

[roosterkdo]

@jackardoin wow know thats some history

[johncashrocks221]

@Melody615199999 your jewish/cajun? that's a rare mix, i love acadia

[worotan]

What beautiful, elegant music you play down there

[DameianBoudreaux]

@hehepepeonmeme this is not only french but spanish and indian tht is wat the language consists of