Seminole Wind Akkorde

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Schlüssel: D
BPM: 120
Künstler/in: John Anderson
Jam Sessions: 9090
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Ever since the days of oldMen would search for wealth untoldThey'd dig for silver and for goldAnd leave the empty holesAnd way down south in the EvergladesWhere the black water rolls and the saw grass wavesThe eagles fly and the otters playIn the land of the SeminoleSo blow, blow Seminole windBlow like you're never gonna blow againI'm callin' to you like a long-lost friendBut I know who you areAnd blow, blow from the OkeechobeeAll the way up to MicanopyBlow across the home of the SeminoleThe alligator and the garProgress came and took its tollAnd in the name of flood controlThey made their plans and they drained the landNow the Glades are goin' dryAnd the last time I walked in the swampI stood up on a cyprus stumpI listened close and I heard the ghostOf Oseola crySo blow, blow Seminole windBlow like you're never gonna blow againI'm callin' to you like a long-lost friendBut I know who you areAnd blow, blow from the OkeechobeeAll the way up to MicanopyBlow across the home of the SeminoleThe alligator and the garLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind | Von: John David Anderson | Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Einleitung

Ever since the days of old

Strophe

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 callin' to you like a long-lost friend

Refrain

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 alligator and the gar

Instrumental

Progress came and took its toll

Strophe

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 cyprus stump

I listened close and I heard the ghost

Of Oseola cry