SEMINOLE WIND
    BY: JOHN ANDERSON

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       EVER SINCE THE DAYS OF OLD
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        MEN HAVE SEARCHED FOR WEALTH UNTOLD
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       THEY'D DIG FOR SILVER AND FOR GOLD
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      AND LEAVE THE EMPTY HOLES
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       AND WAY DOWN SOUTH IN THE EVERGLADES
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       WHERE THE BLACK WATER ROLLS AND THE SAW GRASS SWAYS
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        THE EAGLES FLY AND THE OTTERS PLAY
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       IN THE LAND OF THE SEMINOLE

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        SO BLOW BLOW SEMINOLE WIND
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        BLOW LIKE YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BLOW AGAIN
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         I'M CALLIN' TO YOU LIKE A LONG LOST FRIEND
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      BUT I KNOW WHO YOU ARE
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        AND BLOW BLOW FROM THE OKEECHOBEE
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      ALL THE WAY UP TO MICANOPY
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      BLOW ACROSS THE HOME OF THE SEMINOLE
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      THE ALIGATOR AND THE GAR

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          PROGRESS CAME AND TOOK IT'S TOLL
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        AND IN THE NAME OF FLOOD CONTROL
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        THEY MADE THEIR PLANS AND THEY DRAINED THE LAND
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         NOW THE GLADES ARE GOIN' DRY
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          AND THE LAST TIME I WALKED IN THE SWAMP
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         I SAT UP ON A CYPRESS STUMP
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           I LISTENED CLOSE AND I HEARD THE GHOST OF OSCEOLA CRY


      (REPEAT CHORUS)