ACADIAN DRIFTWOOD.

This song refers to the period in American history that is called the French and Indian War. It covered the years 1754-1763 in the New World and 1756-1763 (The Seven Years War) in Europe. This was the fourth of what were called the French and Indian Wars, although they would have been more accurately called the Colonial Wars. This is the only World War that began in the New World. The war was bitterly fought and won by Great Britain with the help of her American colonies. One of the many casualties of the war were the Acadians of French Descent located on what became Nova Scotia among other areas. The refugees of the Acadian settlement were chased out of Acadia and long story short, eventually settled in the New Orleans area. This song is not only beautiful, but historically correct. Give it a listen and learn some history, eh?

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 didn't 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, they're just built that way

We had kin livin' south of the border
They're a little older and they've 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
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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 he's 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 isn't my turf, this ain't my season
Can't think of one good reason to remain

We've 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 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

Sais tu, Acadie j'ai le mal du pays
Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
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