Teksty: Stephen Stills. Acadienne.

In the bayous haunted by Evangeline
In the pre-dawn hours close to Halloween
There's a mist that's hanging right in between
The Spanish moss and the cypress knees
And the memory of the life had gone wrong
C'est plus quand possible
Tu les sais Acadienne
I'm a-drivin' lone in my Cadillac
Down a white shell road made me thinking back
I'll be running wild as a child of nine
And the snakes and 'gators they was friends of mine
I'll forever be un petit Acadien
C'est plus quand possible
Tu les sais Acadienne
And the father never found peace enough
To cure his permanent wanderlust
Every time we'd get settled down
We'd wake up heading for another town
From the Louisiana to the Florida
That should be my home, we we're ?????
It's a simple people no complique

And you hear the future in the hands of fate
And the life you get is the life that you're gon' want
C'est plus quand possible
Tu le sais Acadienne
And my father never found peace enough
To cure his permanent wanderlust
Every time we'd get settled down
We'd wake up heading for another town
Hear me boy cos your love is why
You got two three words you gonna be alright
And there's powerful forces out of the swamp
We don' be forever, we'd be permanent
And the life you get is the life you're gon' want
C'est plus quand possible
Tu le sais Acadienne
C'est plus quand possible
Tu le sais Acadienne