Acadian Driftwood Richard Shindell
CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: C F Dm C (2x)
The war was over and the[G] spirit was broken[Am]
The hills were smoking as the men[F] withdrew[C]
We stood on the cliffs, oh[G], and watched the ships[Dm]
Slowly sinking to their [F]rendezvous[C]
They signed a treaty and our[G] homes were taken[Am]
Loved ones forsaken, they didn't [F]give a damn[C]
Tried to raise a family,[G] you end up the enemy[Dm]
Over what went down on the plains of [F]Abraham[C]
CHORUS:
Acadian [F]driftwood,[Am] gypsy [G]tailwind[C]
They call my [F]home,[Dm] the land of [F]snow[C]
Canadian [F]cold front,[Am] moving [G]in, oh[Am]
What a [C/G]way to [F]ride, oh, what a [Dm7]way to [C]go[F] [Dm] [C]
Some returned to the[G] motherland[Am]
The high command had them [F]cast away[C]
Some stayed on to finish[G] what they started[Dm]
They never parted, they're just [F]built that way[C]
We had kin living[G] south of the border[Am]
They're a little older and they've [F]been around[C]
They wrote a letter, "Life here[G] is a whole lot better,[Dm]
So pull up stakes children, [F]come on down."[C]
CHORUS:
Acadian [F]driftwood,[Am] gypsy [G]tailwind[C]
They call my [F]home,[Dm] the land of [F]snow[C]
Canadian [F]cold front,[Am] moving [G]in, oh[Am]
What a [C/G]way to [F]ride, oh, what a [Dm7]way to [C]go[F] [Dm] [C] [F] [Dm] [C]
Fifteen under zero, when the da[G]y became a threat[Am]
My clothes were wet and I was [F]drenched to the bone[C]
Been out ice fishing, [G]too much repetition[Dm]
Make a man wanna leave the only [F]home he's known[C]
Sailing out of the gulf, heading for[G] Saint Pierre[Am]
Nothing to declare, all we [F]had was gone[C]
Broke down along the coast, o[G]h, but what hurt the most[Dm]
When the people there said, "You'd better keep [F]moving on."[C]
Everlasting summer filled with[G] ill content[Am]
This government had us [F]walking in chains[C]
This isn't my turf, this [G]ain't my season[Dm]
Can't think of one good reason [F]to remain[C]
Worked in the sugar fields, up from[G] New Orleans[Am]
It was ever green up un[F]til the floods[C]
You could call it an omen, [G]points you where you're going[Dm]
Set my compass north, I got [F]winter in my blood[C]
CHORUS:
Acadian [F]driftwood,[Am] gypsy [G]tailwind[C]
They call my [F]home,[Dm] the land of [F]snow[C]
Canadian [F]cold front,[Am] moving [G]in, oh[Am]
What a [C/G]way to [F]ride, oh, what a [Dm7]way to [C]go[F] [Dm] [C] [F] [Dm] [C]
OUTRO: (## French ##)
Sais tu, Aca[F]dia [Dm7] j'ai le [C]mal du paye
Ta neige, Acadi[F]a, [Dm7] fait des [C]larmes au solei
Sais tu, Aca[F]dia [Dm7] j'ai le [C]mal du paye
Ta neige, Acadi[F]a, [Dm7] fait des [C]larmes au solei
[C] [F] [Dm] [C] [F] [Dm] [C]
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