Canadian cold front movin' in
Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind
Canadian cold front movin' in
Canadian cold front movin' in
Over what went down on the plains of Abraham
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go
They wrote in a letter, life is a whole lot better
My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone
They never parted, they're just built that way
Slowly sinking to their rendezvous
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go
Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
They call my home the land of snow
Sais tu, Acadie j'ai le mal du pays
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
You could call it an omen, points you where you're goin'
Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind
Set my compass north, I got winter in my blood
They call my home the land of snow
We stood on the cliffs and watched the ships
This isn't my turf, this ain't my season
They signed a treaty and our homes were taken
Been out ice fishing, too much repetition
The high command had them cast away
Canadian cold front movin' in
Sailed out of the Gulf headin' for Saint Pierre
We've worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans
It was ever green up until the floods
Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat
Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
Try to raise a family, end up the enemy
Nothin' to declare, all we had was gone
This government had us walkin' in chains
Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go
And some stayed on to finish what they started
Can't think of one good reason to remain
What a way to ride, oh, what a way to go
Make a man wanna leave the only home he's known
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
When the people there said, "You better keep movin' on"
They call my home the land of snow
So pull up your stakes, children and come on down
They're a little older and they've been around
Loved ones forsaken, they didn't give a damn
Broke down along the coast but what hurt the most
We had kin livin' south of the border
Everlasting summer filled with ill-content
Then some returned to the motherland
