This mornings earworm. Great sound, messed house camera misses Richard Manuels performance altogether. But the most poetic lyrics... The war was over and the spirit was broken The hills were smokin as the men withdrew We stood on the cliffs and watched the ships Slowly sinking to their rendezvous They signed a treaty and our homes were taken Loved ones forsaken, they didnt give a damn Try 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 Then some returned to the motherland The high command had them cast away And some stayed on to finish what they started They never parted, theyre just built that way We had kin livin south of the border Theyre a little older and theyve been around They wrote in a letter, life is a whole lot better So pull up your stakes, children and come on down 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 Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone Been out ice fishing, too much repetition Make a man wanna leave the only home hes known Sailed out of the Gulf headin for Saint Pierre Nothin to declare, all we had was gone Broke down along the coast but what hurt the most When the people there said, You better keep movin 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 Everlasting summer filled with ill-content This government had us walkin in chains This isnt my turf, this aint my season Cant think of one good reason to remain Weve worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans It was ever green up until the floods You could call it an omen, points you where youre 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 Sais tu, Acadie jai le mal du pays Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil Jarrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh Jarrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh Jarrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 19:03:10 +0000
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