Escrita por Robbie Robertson, foi gravada na primavera e verão de 1975 e lançada em 1 de novembro de 1975, no disco Northern lights, southern cross, o sexto disco da banda. Sairia depois em compacto em 1976 com Twilight como Lado B. Foi produzida pela própria The Band. Richard Maniel, Levon Helm e Rick Danko ficam trocando os vocais principais e harmonias vocais durante toda a canção. Fa;a da história de problemas entre Nova Scotia e Acadia, falando especificamente da expulsão dos Acadianos durante a briga entre os franceses e os ingleses pelas terras que hoje são Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Price Edward Island e a maioria do Maine. A letra foi baseada no poema de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, de 1847, chamado Evangeline. A letra não tem muito a ver com a história real pois os acadianos foram expulsos durante a guerra dos franceses com os indios e não com os ingleses. Richard Maniel cantou, fez backing vocals e tocou clavinet. Levon Helmo cantou, fez backing vocals e tocou bateria. Rick Danko cantou e fez backing vocals e tocou baixo. Robbie Robertson tocou violão. Garth Hudson tocou sanfona, piccolo e chanter. Byron Berline tocou rabeca.
A letra:
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.
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
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