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# "Acadian Driftwood" (Robertson)
# From "Northern Lights, Southern Cross" (1976)
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# Capo third fret and drop D tuning.
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# Intro figure:
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The [D]war was over and the [Asus4]spirit was broken
[Bm]The hills were [Cadd9]smokin' as the m[Em7]en withdrew
D A/e F#m
We stood on the cliffs, Oh, and watched the ships
[G]Slowly sinking to their [Em7]rendezvous
[D]They signed a treaty and our [Asus4]homes were taken
[Bm]Loved ones fo[Cadd9]rsaken, they didn't [Em7]give a damn
D A/e F#m
Tryin' to raise a family, end up the enemy
[G]Over what went down on the plains of [Em7]Abraham
Chorus:
[D]Acadian [G]driftwood, [Em7]gypsy [Asus4]tailwin[A]d,
[G/b]They call my [D/a]home,[G] the land of [Em7]snow
[D]Canadian [G]cold front, [Em7]movin' [Asus4]in [A]
[G/b]What a way[D/a] to ride,[G] oh[Bm] what a [Em7]way [A7]to [D]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 a letter life is a whole lot better
So pull up your stakes, children and come on down
CHORUS
Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat
My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone
Been out ice fishing,mhmm,too much repetition
Make a man wanna leave the only home he's known
Sailing out of the gulf headin' for Saint Pierre
Nothin' to declare; All we had was gone
Broke down along the coast,oh,But what hurt the most
When the people there said "You'd better keep movin' on"
CHORUS
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 worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans
It was ever green up until the floods
You could call it an omen
Points ya where you're goin'
Set my compass north
I got winter in my blood
CHORUS
Coda,en francais to fade:
[D]Sais tu,[Asus4] A-ca-d[A]i-e [G/b]j'ai le mal[Em7] du pays
[D]Ta neige, Acadi[Asus4]e, [A]fai[G/b]t des lar[Em7]mes au solei
J[D]'arrive [Asus4]Acadie[A], [G/b]teedle um, [Em7]teedle um, teed[D]le ooh
# "Acadian Driftwood" (Robertson)
# From "Northern Lights, Southern Cross" (1976)
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# Capo third fret and drop D tuning.
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# Intro figure:
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B|------------|------------3-|
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G|-----------0|------------2-|
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D|-----0-0h2--|------------0-|
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A|-0h2--------|-0h2-0------0-|
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E|-0----------|-------b3-0-0-|
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The [D]war was over and the [Asus4]spirit was broken
[Bm]The hills were [Cadd9]smokin' as the m[Em7]en withdrew
D A/e F#m
We stood on the cliffs, Oh, and watched the ships
[G]Slowly sinking to their [Em7]rendezvous
[D]They signed a treaty and our [Asus4]homes were taken
[Bm]Loved ones fo[Cadd9]rsaken, they didn't [Em7]give a damn
D A/e F#m
Tryin' to raise a family, end up the enemy
[G]Over what went down on the plains of [Em7]Abraham
Chorus:
[D]Acadian [G]driftwood, [Em7]gypsy [Asus4]tailwin[A]d,
[G/b]They call my [D/a]home,[G] the land of [Em7]snow
[D]Canadian [G]cold front, [Em7]movin' [Asus4]in [A]
[G/b]What a way[D/a] to ride,[G] oh[Bm] what a [Em7]way [A7]to [D]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 a letter life is a whole lot better
So pull up your stakes, children and come on down
CHORUS
Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat
My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone
Been out ice fishing,mhmm,too much repetition
Make a man wanna leave the only home he's known
Sailing out of the gulf headin' for Saint Pierre
Nothin' to declare; All we had was gone
Broke down along the coast,oh,But what hurt the most
When the people there said "You'd better keep movin' on"
CHORUS
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 worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans
It was ever green up until the floods
You could call it an omen
Points ya where you're goin'
Set my compass north
I got winter in my blood
CHORUS
Coda,en francais to fade:
[D]Sais tu,[Asus4] A-ca-d[A]i-e [G/b]j'ai le mal[Em7] du pays
[D]Ta neige, Acadi[Asus4]e, [A]fai[G/b]t des lar[Em7]mes au solei
J[D]'arrive [Asus4]Acadie[A], [G/b]teedle um, [Em7]teedle um, teed[D]le ooh
