Acadian Driftwood

F                           C9 
   The war was over and the spirit was broken 
Dm9                Ebmaj9          Gm7   
   The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew 
F                         
   We stood on the cliffs 
    C/G             A9   
   Oh, and watched the ships 
Bb                         Gm7  
   Slowly sinking to their rendezvous 
F                               C9  
   They signed a treaty and our   homes were taken 
Dm9           Ebmaj9   
   Loved ones forsaken 
               Gm7 
   They didn't give a damn 
F                
   Try'n' to raise a family 
C/G       A9  
   End up the enemy 
Bb                                      Gm7  
   Over what went down on the plains of Abraham (*) 


F        Bb    
  Acadian driftwood 
Gm7      C7     
  Gypsy tail wind 
Bb/D          F/C   Bb            Gm7 
  They call my home   the land of snow 
F           Bb        Gm7       C7 
  Canadian cold front    movin' in 
Bb/D       F/C  
  What a way to ride 
Bb  Dm7/A      Gm7   C7   F 
    Oh, what a way   to   go 



 Then some returned to the motherland 
 The high command had them cast away 
  And some stayed on to finish what they started 
 They never parted 
 They're just built that way 
 We had kin livin' south of the border 
 They're a little older and they've been around 
 They wrote a letter life is a whole lot better 
 So pull up your stakes, children and come on down 

 Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat 
 My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone 
 Been out ice fishing, too much repetition 
 Make a man wanna leave the only home he's known 
 Sailing out of the gulf headin' for Saint Pierre 
 Nothin' to declare 
 All we had was gone 
 Broke down along the coast 
 But what hurt the most 
 When the people there said 
 "You better keep movin' on" 

 Everlasting summer filled with ill-content 
 This government had us walkin' in chains 
 This isn't my turf 
 This ain't my season 
 Can't think of one good reason to remain 
 I've worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans 
 It was ever green up until the floods 
 You could call it an omen 
 Points ya where you're goin' 
 Set my compass north 
 I got winter in my blood 

 Acadian driftwood 
 Gypsy tail wind 
 They call my home the land of snow 
 Canadian cold front movin' in 
 What a way to ride 
 Ah, what a way to go 

F          C7sus4  C7  Bb/D      Gm7 
   Sais tu, A-ca-di-e   j'ai le mal du pays 
   {You know, Acadia, I long for the country (I am homesick)} 
F           C7sus4 C7  Bb/D      Gm7 
   Ta neige, Acadie,    fait des larmes au soleil 
   {Your snow, Acadia, makes tears in the sun (or for the sun)} 
F       C7sus4  C7  Bb/D         Gm7 
   J'arrive Acadie,   teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh 
   {I am arriving Acadia (or I am coming Acadia)} 

(*): "The Plains of Abraham" refer to farm land owned by Abraham Martin just west of the The Citadel in Quebec City and the site of the battle between the French and the English. It is now a park (also overlooks the St.Lawrence) and is a wonderful place to visit if you ever get the chance.