Acadian Driftwood

(Robbie Robertson)

The war was over and the spirit was broken. The Hills were smokin’as the men withdrew We stood on the cliffs, Ooh and watched the ships Slowly sinking to their rendezvous
They signed a treaty, and our homes were taken Loved ones forsaken they didn’t give a damn Try’n to raise a family end up the enemy Over what went down on the Plains of Abraham Acadian driftwood gypsy tailwind
They call my home, the land of snow Canadian cold front
Movin’ in
What a way to ride
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 in a letter “life is a whole lot better” So pull up the stakes, children and come on down Acadian driftwood gypsy tailwind

They call my home, the land of snow
Canadian cold front
Movin’ in
What a way to ride
Oh what a way to go
Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone Been out ice fishin’ mm too much repetition
Make a man wanna leave the only home he’s known Sailed out of the gulf headin’ for the Saint Pierre Nothing to declare all we had was gone
Broke down along the coast mm, but what hurt the most When the people there said “you better keep movin’ on” Acadian driftwood gypsy tailwind
They call my home, the land of snow
Canadian cold front
Movin’ in
What a way to ride
Oh what a way to go
Everlasting summers 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
Ohh we worked in the sugar fields, up from New Orleans It was evergreen, up until the floods

You could call it an omen, points ya where you’re going Set my compass North I got winter in my blood. Acadian driftwood gypsy tailwind
They call my home, the land of snow Canadian cold front
Movin’ in
What a way to ride
Oh what a way to go
Sais tu, Acadie j’ai la mal du pays
Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au so leil Ja’rrive, Acadie tee-dle um tee-dle um tee- dle ooh Ja’rrive, Acadie tee-dle um tee-dle um tee- dle ooh Ja’rrive, Acadie tee-dle um tee-dle um tee- dle ooh Ja’rrive, Acadie tee-dle um tee-dle um tee- dle ooh