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Acadian Saturday Night
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Folk
Acadian Saturday Night was released on January 1, 1999 by Borealis Records as a part of the album From Coffee House To Concert Hall
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1999
LabelBorealis Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM123

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Mills
Paul Mills
Producer

Lyrics

Uncle Emile's been gone now nearly ten days
Told his wife's he'd be gone for the fishing
By the water off st. Pierre And Miquelon
Isle
The fishes come in bottles of gold
If the Anne-Marie don't break and the Mounties stay blind
He'll be back before the moon is rising
With a very fine catch all safe in the hold
Thirty cases of Trinidad light
For Acadian Saturday night
Now Emmeline Comeau works the general store
Her Papa says she's good for the customs
She's got eyes like fire and hair past her shoulders
As shiny black as Cumberland coal
You can see her Sunday morning on the St. Phillipe road
Her mama close behind like a dragon
But her mama don't know what she does behind the hall
Away from the music and light
On Acadian Saturday night
And it's oho, don't the fiddle make you roll
Your heart she will pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beating a piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
On Acadian Saturday night
Now Granpa says it was better in his day
The Mounties stayed away from the parties
And they didn't mind a fight when the spirit got high
(You could always throw them out in the snow)
And the rum was better and it came in bigger bottles
And the revenue cutters were slow -
Still, the old Anne-Marie has wings on the water
And there's nothing like Trinidad light
For Acadian Saturday night
And it's oho, don't the fiddles make you roll
Your heart she will pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beating a piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
And it's oho, don't the fiddles make you roll
Your heart she will pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beating a piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
On Acadian Saturday night
Written by: Stan Rogers
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