The Band - Acadian driftwood

^D The war was over and the ^Aspirit was broken ^Bm The hills were ^Gsmokin' as the ^Em7men withdrew ^D We stood on the cliffs ^Aoh and watched the ^F#mships ^G Slowly sinking to their ^Em7rendezvous ^D They signed a treaty and our ^A homes were taken ^BmLoved-ones for^Csaken they didn't ^Em7give a damn ^DTry to raise a family ^A end up an ^F#menemy ^G Over what went down on the Plains of ^Em7Abraham

^D Acadian ^Gdriftwood ^Em7gypsy ^Atailwind ^G They call my ^Dhome ^G the land of ^Em7snow ^D Canadian ^Gcold front ^Em7movin' ^Ain ^G What a way to ^Dride oh what a ^Gway to ^Dgo

^D Then some returned to ^Athe motherland ^Bm The high com^Gmand had them ^Em7cast away ^D Some stayed on to ^Afinish what they started ^G They never parted they're just ^Em7built that way ^D We had kin livin' ^A south of the border ^BmThey're a little ^Colder and they ^Em7been a-round ^D They wrote in a letter life's a ^Awhole lot ^F#mbetter ^G So pull up your stakes children and ^Em7come on down

^D Acadian ^Gdriftwood ^Em7gypsy ^Atailwind ^G They call my ^Dhome ^G the land of ^Em7snow ^D Canadian ^Gcold front ^Em7movin' ^Ain ^G What a way to ^Dride oh what a ^Gway to ^Dgo

^D Fifty under zero when the ^Aday became a threat ^Bm My clothes were ^Gwet and I was ^Em7drenched to the bone ^D Then out ice fishin' mmm ^Atoo much repetition ^G Make a man want to leave the only ^Em7home he's known ^D Sailed out of the Gulf headed for ^ASt. Pierre ^Bm Nothing to de^Cclare all we ^Em7had was gone ^D Broke down along the coast oh but^A what hurt the ^F#mmost ^G When the people there said "you better keep ^Em7movin' on"

^D Acadian ^Gdriftwood ^Em7gypsy ^Atailwind ^G They call my ^Dhome ^G the land of ^Em7snow ^D Canadian ^Gcold front ^Em7movin' ^Ain ^G What a way to ^Dride oh what a ^Gway to ^Dgo

^D Everlastin' summer filled with ^Aill-contempt ^Bm his govern^Gment had us ^Em7walkin' in chains ^D This isn't my turn ^Athis ain't my season ^G Can't think of one good reason ^Em7to remain ^D We worked in the sugar fields up from ^ANew Orleans ^Bm It was ever-^Cgreen up un^Em7til the flood ^D You could call it an omen point ^Aya where ya ^F#mgoin' ^G Set my compass North I got ^Em7winter in my blood

^D Acadian ^Gdriftwood ^Em7gypsy ^Atailwind ^G They call my ^Dhome ^G the land of ^Em7snow ^D Canadian ^Gcold front ^Em7movin' ^Ain ^G What a way to ^Dride oh what a ^Gway to ^Dgo

^D Sais tu A-ca-^Adi-e ^Gj'ai le mal du pays (do you know Acadia I am homesick for the country) ^D Ta neige A-ca-^Adi-e ^Gfait des larmes au soleil (your snow Acadia makes tears for the sun) ^D J'arrive A-ca-^Adi-e ^Gteedle um teedle um teedle oo (i am coming Acadia)