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