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T he war was over and the spirit was broke n
Th e hills were smokin' as the men withdrew
W e stood on the cliffs and wat ched the ships
Slowly sinking to their re ndezvous
T hey signed a treaty and our home s were taken
Lo ved ones forsaken, they didn't giv e a damn
T ry to raise a family, end up the enemy
Over what went down on the p lains of Abraham
A cadian driftwood, g ypsy tail wind
T hey call my hom e the land of snow
C anadian cold front m ovin' in
F＃onB♭ FmonG＃ F＃onG＃ C＃onF E♭m C＃
What a way t o ride, oh, what a wa y to go
C＃ C＃sus4onG＃ G＃7／F＃onB♭ E♭m／C＃ C＃sus4onG＃ G＃7／F＃onB♭ E♭m
T hen some returned to the motherland
Th e high command had them cas t away
A nd some stayed on to fini sh what they started
They never parted, they're just bu ilt that way
W e had kin livin' sout h of the borde r
Th ey're a little older and they've bee n around
T hey wrote in a letter, life is a whol e lot better
So pull up your stakes, children and co me on down
A cadian driftwood, g ypsy tail wind
T hey call my hom e the land of snow
C anadian cold front m ovin' in
F＃onB♭ FmonG＃ F＃onG＃ C＃onF E♭m C＃
What a way t o ride, oh, what a wa y to go
C＃ C＃sus4onG＃ G＃7／F＃onB♭ E♭m／C＃ C＃sus4onG＃ G＃7／F＃onB♭ E♭m
Fi fteen under zero when the day becam e a threa t
My clothes were wet and I was dre nched to the bone
B een out ice fishing, too much repetition
Make a man wanna leave the only ho me he's known
S ailed out of the Gulf headin' for Sa int Pierre
No thin' to declare, all we had was gone
B roke down along the coast but what hurt the most
When the people there said, 'You better keep mo vin' on'
A cadian driftwood, g ypsy tail wind
T hey call my hom e the land of snow
C anadian cold front m ovin' in
F＃onB♭ FmonG＃ F＃onG＃ C＃onF E♭m C＃
What a way t o ride, oh, what a wa y to go
C＃ C＃sus4onG＃ G＃7／F＃onB♭ E♭m／C＃ C＃sus4onG＃ G＃7／F＃onB♭ E♭m
E verlasting summer filled with ill- content
Th is government had us wal kin' in chains
T his isn't my turf, thi s ain't my season
Can't think of one good reason to remain
W e've worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans
It was ever green up until the floods
Y ou could call it an omen, poin ts you where you're goin'
Set my compass north, I got wi nter in my blood
A cadian driftwood, g ypsy tail wind
T hey call my hom e the land of snow
C anadian cold front m ovin' in
F＃onB♭ FmonG＃ F＃onG＃ C＃onF E♭m C＃
What a way t o ride, oh, what a wa y to go
C＃ C＃sus4onG＃ G＃7／F＃onB♭ E♭m／C＃ C＃sus4onG＃ G＃7／F＃onB♭ E♭m
S ais tu, Acadie j'ai le mal du pays
T a neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
J 'arrive Acadie, teedl e um, teedle um, teedle ooh
J 'arrive Acadie, teedl e um, teedle um, teedle ooh
J 'arrive Acadie, teedl e um, teedle um, teedle ooh
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