Acadian Driftwood Lyrics

Song	Acadian Driftwood
Artist	The Band
Album	A Musical History
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	作词 : Robertson
	The war was over
	And the spirit was broken
	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.
	Try to raise a family
	End up an enemy
	Over what went down on the Plains of Abraham.

	[Chorus]
	Acadian driftwood,
	Gypsy tailwind
	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
	Some stayed on,
	To finish what they started
	They never parted,
	They're just built that way

	We had kin livin',
	South of the border
	They're a little older,
	And they 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 tailwind
	They call my home,
	The land of snow
	Canadian cold front,
	Movin' in
	What a way to ride,
	Oh what a way to go

	Fifty under zero when the day became a threat
	My clothes were wet
	And I was drenched to the bone
	Then out ice fishin', mmm,
	Too much repetition
	Make a man want to leave
	The only home he's known

	Sailed out of the Gulf,
	Headed for St. Pierre
	Nothing to declare,
	All we had was gone
	Broke down along the coast oh
	What hurt the most
	When the people there said
	"You better keep movin' on"

	Acadian driftwood,
	Gypsy tailwind
	They call my home,
	The land of snow
	Canadian cold front,
	Movin' in
	What a way to ride,
	Oh what a way to go

	Everlastin' summer
	Filled with ill-contempt
	This government
	Had us walkin' in chains
	This isn't my turn
	This isn't my season
	Can't think of one good reason
	To remain oh

	We worked in the sugar fields
	Up from New Orleans
	It was ever-green
	Up until the flood
	You could call it an omen
	Point ya where ya goin'
	Set my compass North
	I got winter in my blood

	Acadian driftwood,
	Gypsy tailwind
	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 j'ai le mal do pays
	Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
	J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo

	zuo ci : Robertson
	The war was over
	And the spirit was broken
	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
	Lovedones forsaken,
	They didn' t give a damn.
	Try to raise a family
	End up an enemy
	Over what went down on the Plains of Abraham.

	Chorus
	Acadian driftwood,
	Gypsy tailwind
	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
	Some stayed on,
	To finish what they started
	They never parted,
	They' re just built that way

	We had kin livin',
	South of the border
	They' re a little older,
	And they 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 tailwind
	They call my home,
	The land of snow
	Canadian cold front,
	Movin' in
	What a way to ride,
	Oh what a way to go

	Fifty under zero when the day became a threat
	My clothes were wet
	And I was drenched to the bone
	Then out ice fishin', mmm,
	Too much repetition
	Make a man want to leave
	The only home he' s known

	Sailed out of the Gulf,
	Headed for St. Pierre
	Nothing to declare,
	All we had was gone
	Broke down along the coast oh
	What hurt the most
	When the people there said
	" You better keep movin' on"

	Acadian driftwood,
	Gypsy tailwind
	They call my home,
	The land of snow
	Canadian cold front,
	Movin' in
	What a way to ride,
	Oh what a way to go

	Everlastin' summer
	Filled with illcontempt
	This government
	Had us walkin' in chains
	This isn' t my turn
	This isn' t my season
	Can' t think of one good reason
	To remain oh

	We worked in the sugar fields
	Up from New Orleans
	It was evergreen
	Up until the flood
	You could call it an omen
	Point ya where ya goin'
	Set my compass North
	I got winter in my blood

	Acadian driftwood,
	Gypsy tailwind
	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 j' ai le mal do pays
	Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo

	zuò cí : Robertson
	The war was over
	And the spirit was broken
	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
	Lovedones forsaken,
	They didn' t give a damn.
	Try to raise a family
	End up an enemy
	Over what went down on the Plains of Abraham.

	Chorus
	Acadian driftwood,
	Gypsy tailwind
	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
	Some stayed on,
	To finish what they started
	They never parted,
	They' re just built that way

	We had kin livin',
	South of the border
	They' re a little older,
	And they 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 tailwind
	They call my home,
	The land of snow
	Canadian cold front,
	Movin' in
	What a way to ride,
	Oh what a way to go

	Fifty under zero when the day became a threat
	My clothes were wet
	And I was drenched to the bone
	Then out ice fishin', mmm,
	Too much repetition
	Make a man want to leave
	The only home he' s known

	Sailed out of the Gulf,
	Headed for St. Pierre
	Nothing to declare,
	All we had was gone
	Broke down along the coast oh
	What hurt the most
	When the people there said
	" You better keep movin' on"

	Acadian driftwood,
	Gypsy tailwind
	They call my home,
	The land of snow
	Canadian cold front,
	Movin' in
	What a way to ride,
	Oh what a way to go

	Everlastin' summer
	Filled with illcontempt
	This government
	Had us walkin' in chains
	This isn' t my turn
	This isn' t my season
	Can' t think of one good reason
	To remain oh

	We worked in the sugar fields
	Up from New Orleans
	It was evergreen
	Up until the flood
	You could call it an omen
	Point ya where ya goin'
	Set my compass North
	I got winter in my blood

	Acadian driftwood,
	Gypsy tailwind
	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 j' ai le mal do pays
	Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo
	J' arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle oo

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