Richard Shindell - Acadian driftwood

The war was over and the^G spirit was broken ^Am The hills were smoking as the men^F withdrew ^C We stood on the cliffs, oh^G, and watched the ships ^Dm Slowly sinking to their ^Frendezvous ^C

They signed a treaty and our^G homes were taken ^Am Loved ones forsaken, they didn't ^Fgive a damn ^C Tried to raise a family,^G you end up the enemy ^Dm Over what went down on the plains of ^FAbraham ^C

Acadian ^Fdriftwood,^Am gypsy ^Gtailwind ^C They call my ^Fhome,^Dm the land of ^Fsnow ^C Canadian ^Fcold front,^Am moving ^Gin, oh ^Am What a ^C/Gway to ^Fride, oh, what a ^Dm7way to ^Cgo ^{F Dm C}

Some returned to the^G motherland ^Am The high command had them ^Fcast away ^C Some stayed on to finish^G what they started ^Dm They never parted, they're just ^Fbuilt that way ^C

We had kin living^G south of the border ^Am They're a little older and they've ^Fbeen around ^C They wrote a letter, "Life here^G is a whole lot better, ^Dm So pull up stakes children, ^Fcome on down." ^C

Acadian ^Fdriftwood,^Am gypsy ^Gtailwind ^C They call my ^Fhome,^Dm the land of ^Fsnow ^C Canadian ^Fcold front,^Am moving ^Gin, oh ^Am What a ^C/Gway to ^Fride, oh, what a ^Dm7way to ^Cgo ^{F Dm C F Dm C}

Fifteen under zero, when the da^Gy became a threat ^Am My clothes were wet and I was ^Fdrenched to the bone ^C Been out ice fishing, ^Gtoo much repetition ^Dm Make a man wanna leave the only ^Fhome he's known ^C

Sailing out of the gulf, heading for^G Saint Pierre ^Am Nothing to declare, all we ^Fhad was gone ^C Broke down along the coast, o^Gh, but what hurt the most ^Dm When the people there said, "You'd better keep ^Fmoving on." ^C

Everlasting summer filled with^G ill content ^Am This government had us ^Fwalking in chains ^C This isn't my turf, this ^Gain't my season ^Dm Can't think of one good reason ^Fto remain ^C

Worked in the sugar fields, up from^G New Orleans ^Am It was ever green up un^Ftil the floods ^C You could call it an omen, ^Gpoints you where you're going ^Dm Set my compass north, I got ^Fwinter in my blood ^C

Acadian ^Fdriftwood,^Am gypsy ^Gtailwind ^C They call my ^Fhome,^Dm the land of ^Fsnow ^C Canadian ^Fcold front,^Am moving ^Gin, oh ^Am What a ^C/Gway to ^Fride, oh, what a ^Dm7way to ^Cgo ^{F Dm C F Dm C}

Sais tu, Aca^Fdia ^Dm7 j'ai le ^Cmal du paye Ta neige, Acadi^Fa, ^Dm7 fait des ^Clarmes au solei Sais tu, Aca^Fdia ^Dm7 j'ai le ^Cmal du paye Ta neige, Acadi^Fa, ^Dm7 fait des ^Clarmes au solei