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Seminole Wind
(John Anderson (or is it Jon Anderson?))
Em G D A
Em G D A
Em G
Ever since the days of old
D A
Men would search for wealth untold
Em G
They'd dig for silver and for gold
D A
And leave the empty holes;
Em G
And way down south in the Everglades
D A
Where the black water rolls and the saw grass waves
Em G
The eagles fly and the otters play
D A
In the land of the Seminole;
Em G
So blow, blow Seminole wind
D A
Blow like you're never gonna blow again;
Em G
I'm callin' to you like a long-lost friend
D A
But I don't know who you are;
Em G
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee
D A
All the way up to Micanopy (pronounced: Meh-can-o-pee)
Em G
Blow across the home of the Seminole
D A
The aligator and the gull
Em G D A
Em G D A
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 goin' dry
And the last time I walked in the swamp
I stood up on a cypruss stump
I listened close and I heard the ghost
Of Oseola cry
Em G
So blow, blow Seminole wind
D A
Blow like you're never gonna blow again;
Em G
I'm callin' to you like a long-lost friend
D A
But I don't know who you are;
Em G
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee
D A
All the way up to Micanopy (pronounced: Meh-can-o-pee)
Em G
Blow across the home of the Seminole
D A
The aligator and the gull
( half time )
Em G D A
A - 0 0 2 2 2 0
D - X X 0 2 3 2
Em - 0 2 2 0 0 0
G - 3 2 0 0 0 3
Em G D Am
Ever since the days of old men would search for wealth untold
Em G D Am
They dig for silver & for gold & leave the empty holes
Em G
And way down south in the Everglades
D Am
Where the black water rolls & the SALL gras sways
Em G D Am
The eagles fly & the otters play in the land of the Seminoles
chorus...
Em G D Am
So blow blow seminole wind blow like your never gonna blow again
Em G D Am
I'm calling to you like a long lost friend but I'll know who you are
Em G D AM
And blow blow from the OPECHO bay all the way up to MECHANO bay
Em G D Am
Blow cross the home of the Seminoles the aligators & the GAUSS
inst... Em G D Am Em G D Am
Em G D Am
Progress came & took it's toll & in the name of flood control
EM G
They make thier plans & they drained the land
D Am
Now the glades are going dry
Em G D Am
And the last time I walked in the swamp I sat upon a cypress stump
Em G D AM
I listened close & I heard the ghost of Awsiola cying
chorus... chorus...
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