Stephen Stills - Acadienne

^GmajorWHEN the bayous haunted by Evangeline In the pre-dawn hours close to Halloween There’s ^Cmajora mist that’s hanging right in between ^GmajorThe Spanish moss & the cypress TREES And the ^Dmajormemory of the life that’s gone ^Gmajorwrong ^DmajorC’est plus que possible ^D7Tu le sais Aca^Gmajordienne

^GmajorI’m a driver alone in my Cadillac In a white chair rug you’ll be thinking back ^CmajorTO be running wild as a child OF NINE And the^Gmajor snakes and ‘gators they was friends of mine ^DmajorI’ll forever be un petit^Gmajor Acadien ^DmajorC’est plus que possible ^D7Tu le sais A^Gmajorcadienne

^GmajorTo cure his permanent wanderlust Cmajor2 Every time we’d get settled down We’d^Dmajor wake up heading for another town

^GmajorFrom the Louisiana to the Florida That’s a be my home to a (un-im-up ???) That’s^Cmajor a simple people don’t complicate And you ^Gmajorhear the future in the hands of fate And the ^Dmajorlife you get is the life that I wa^Gmajornt ^DmajorC’est plus que possible ^D7Tu le sais Acadie^Gmajornne

^GmajorTo cure his permanent wanderlust Cmajor2 Every time we’d get settled down ^DmajorWe’d wake up heading f^D7or another town

And ^Cmajorthere’s powerful forces out up the swamp It’^Gmajorll be forever, make it permanent ^DmajorAnd the life you get is the life that I wa^Gmajornt ^DmajorC’est plus que possible D7 Gamjor Tu le sais Acadienne ^DmajorC’est plus que possible ^D7Tu le sais Acadie^Gmajornne