Ever since the days of old
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Men would search 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 waves
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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 calling 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 alligators and the gar
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And progress came and took its 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 going dry
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And the last time I walked in the swamp
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I sat upon a Cypress stump
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I listened close and I heard the ghost
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Of Osceola cry
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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 calling 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 alligators and the gar
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Seminole Wind
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| James Taylor |
