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The war was over and the spirit was broken |
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The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew |
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We stood on the cliffs |
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Oh, and watched the ships |
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Slowly sinking to their rendezvous |
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They signed a treaty and our homes were taken |
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Loved ones forsaken |
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They didn't give a damn |
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Try'n' to raise a family |
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End up the enemy |
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Over what went down on the plains of Abraham |
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Acadian driftwood |
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Gypsy tail wind |
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They call my home the land of snow |
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Canadian cold front movin' in |
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What a way to ride |
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Oh, what a way to go |
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Then some returned to the motherland |
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The high command had them cast away |
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And some stayed on to finish what they started |
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They never parted |
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They're just built that way |
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We had kin livin' south of the border |
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They're a little older and they've been around |
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They wrote a letter life is a whole lot better |
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So pull up your stakes, children and come on down |
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Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat |
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My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone |
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Been out ice fishing, too much repetition |
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Make a man wanna leave the only home he's known |
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Sailed out of the gulf headin' for Saint Pierre |
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Nothin' to declare |
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All we had was gone |
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Broke down along the coast |
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But what hurt the most |
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When the people there said |
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"You better keep movin' on" |
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Everlasting summer filled with ill-content |
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This government had us walkin' in chains |
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This isn't my turf |
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This ain't my season |
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Can't think of one good reason to remain |
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We worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans |
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It was ever green up until the floods |
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You could call it an omen |
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Points ya where you're goin' |
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Set my compass north |
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I got winter in my blood |
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Acadian driftwood |
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Gypsy tail wind |
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They call my home the land of snow |
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Canadian cold front movin' in |
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What a way to ride |
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Ah, what a way to go |