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# Seminole Wind
John Anderson
Ever since the days of old men would search for wealth untold They dig for silver & for gold & leave the empty holes And way down south in the Everglades Where the black water rolls & the SALL gras sways The eagles fly & the otters play in the land of the Seminoles
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So blow blow seminole wind blow like your never gonna blow again I'm calling to you like a long lost friend but I'll know who you are And blow blow from the OPECHO bay all the way up to MECHANO bay Blow cross the home of the Seminoles the aligators & the GAUSS
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Progress came & took it's toll & in the name of flood control They make thier plans & 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 & I heard the ghost of Awsiola cying
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