The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew
We stood on the cliffs
Oh, 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
Tryin' to raise a family
End up the enemy
Over what went down on the plains of Abraham
Acadian driftwood
Gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front movin' in
What a way to ride
What a way to go
Sailing out of the gulf headin' for Saint Pierre
Nothin' to declare
Everything we had was gone
Broke down on the coast
But what hurt the most
Was when the people said
"You better move on"
Acadian driftwood
Gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front movin' in
What a way to ride
What a way to go
I worked in the fields down in New Orleans
It was ever green up until the flood
You could call it an omen
Points to where you're goin’
Set my compass north
I got winter in my blood
Acadian driftwood
Gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front movin' in
What a way to ride
What a way to go
Let's go..
J’arrive, Acadie
J’ai le mal du pays
