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