Daniel Lanois - O Marie

[Jos Fonteijn]

Please post the lyrics.

[Charles Davis]

***O Marie

Y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom,
y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom
On travail aujourd'hui, on travail sous la pluie
On travaille au tabac, hostie!

Mes mains sont noires a cochon,
mes mains sont noires a cochon
trente jours, et trente nuits
On travail au tabac, hostie!

Oui ma blonde elle attend apres mois,
oui ma blonde elle attend apres mois
Je vais retourner avec beaucoup d'argent
On travail au tabac, hostie!

Oh driver donne moi une chance,
oh driver donne moi une chance
Avez-vous du feu pour ma cigarette?
On travail au tabac, hostie!

Ce soir, on va au village,
oui ce soir, on va au village
Chanter le chanson, boire la boisson
On travail au tabac, hostie!

O Marie, j'ai mal a la tete,
O Marie, j'ai mal a la tete
Donnez nous l'esprit, l'esprit du corps
On travail au tabac, Marie

Le bleu du ciel a change,
le bleu du ciel a change
Apres quarante jours et quarante nuits
On ne peut pas travailler au tabac

Y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom,
y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom
On travail aujourd'hui, on travail sous la pluie
On travail au tabac.

***English Translation

[I left the word 'hostie' as it was - didn't want to make any waves
as we discussed earlier, and after hearing some people's description
of the word thought it would be best this way as it doesn't really have
a comparable English word...? What do you think?]

There's someone calling my name,
there's someone calling my name,
We're working today, we work in the rain
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

My hands are black as a dirty pig,
my hands are black as a dirty pig
thirty days and thirty nights
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

Yes, my girlfriend is waiting for me,
yes, my girlfriend is waiting for me
I'm going to return with lots of money
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

Oh driver give me a chance,
oh driver give me a chance
Do you have a light for my cigarette?
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

Tonight, we're going to town,
yes, tonight, we're going to town
to sing songs, to drink booze
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

O Marie, I've got a headache,
O Marie, I've got a headache
Give us the spirit, the spirit of the body
We're picking tobacco, Marie!

The blue of the sky changed,
the blue of the sky changed
After forty days and forty nights
We can't pick tobacco

There's someone calling my name,
there's someone calling my name
We're working today, we work in the rain
We're picking tobacco