Lyrics Seminole Wind - John Anderson
Ever
since
the
days
of
old
Men
would
search
for
wealth
untold
They'd
dig
for
silver
and
for
gold
And
leave
the
empty
holes
And
way
down
south
in
the
Everglades
Where
the
black
water
rolls
and
the
saw
grass
waves
The
eagles
fly
and
the
otters
play
in
the
land
of
the
Seminole
So
blow,
blow
Seminole
wind
Blow
like
you're
never
gonna
blow
again
I'm
calling
to
you
like
a
long-lost
friend
But
I
know
who
you
are
And
blow,
blow
from
the
Okeechobee
All
the
way
up
to
Micanopy
Blow
across
the
home
of
the
Seminole
The
alligators
and
the
gar
And
progress
came
and
took
its
toll
And
in
the
name
of
flood
control
They
made
their
plans
and
they
drained
the
land
Now
the
glades
are
going
dry
And
the
last
time
I
walked
in
the
swamp
I
sat
upon
a
Cypress
stump
I
listened
close,
and
I
heard
the
ghost
of
Osceola
cry
So
blow,
blow
Seminole
wind
Blow
like
you're
never
gonna
blow
again
I'm
calling
to
you
like
a
long-lost
friend
But
I
know
who
you
are
And
blow,
blow
from
the
Okeechobee
All
the
way
up
to
Micanopy
Blow
across
the
home
of
the
Seminole
The
alligators
and
the
gar
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