The war was over
And the spirit was broken
The hills were smokin'
As the men withhdrew
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
Try'n' 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
Oh what a way to go
Sailing out of the gulf headin'
For Saint Pierre
Nothin' to declare
Everything we had was gone
Broke down along the coast
But what hurt the most
When the people there said
"You had 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
Oh what a way to go
I've worked in the fields down
In New Orleans
It was ever green up until the floods
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
Oh what a way to go
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