My family lives in Loir et Cher
These people don't put on airs
They spend all autumn plowing furrows
Turning over acres of land
I've never had much to say to them
But I've loved them forever
From time to time, I go to see them
I spend Sundays in Loir et Cher

They tell me, they tell me
"You live without ever seeing a horse, an owl"
They tell me "you don't come anymore, even to catch a fish"
You don't think about us anymore

It seems like it bothers you to walk in the mud
It seems like it bothers you to dine with us
It seems like it bothers you to walk in the mud
It seems like it bothers you to dine with us

Every time I stop in Loir et Cher
They won't let me leave their house
I tell them that I have to return to Paris
That I don't always do what I want
And that I need to find another gas station
That I don't have time to finish my beer
That I will come back one of these Sundays
To spend the night in Loir et Cher

They tell me, they tell me
"You live without ever seeing a horse, an owl"
They tell me "you don't come anymore, even to catch a fish"
You don't think about us anymore

It seems like it bothers you to walk in the mud
It seems like it bothers you to dine with us
It seems like it bothers you to walk in the mud
It seems like it bothers you to dine with us

It seems like it bothers you to walk in the mud
It seems like it bothers you to dine with us
It seems like it bothers you to walk in the mud
It seems like it bothers you to dine with us

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