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Em Ever since the Gdays of old
D Men would search for Awealth untold
Em They'd dig for silver Gand for gold
And Dleave the empty Aholes;
And Emway down south in the GEverglades
Where the Dblack water rolls and the Asaw grass waves
Em The eagles fly and the Gotters play
In the Dland of the SemiAnole;
|So Emblow, blow GSeminole wind
|DBlow like you're never gonna Ablow again;
|Em I'm callin' to you like a Glong-lost friend
|But DI don't know who you Aare;
|And Emblow, blow from the GOkeechobee
|DAll the way up to AMicanopy (pronounced: Meh-can-o-pee)
|EmBlow across the home of the GSeminole
|The Daligator and the Agarr
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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
|So Emblow, blow GSeminole wind
|DBlow like you're never gonna Ablow again;
|Em I'm callin' to you like a Glong-lost friend
|But DI don't know who you Aare;
|And Emblow, blow from the GOkeechobee
|DAll the way up to AMicanopy (pronounced: Meh-can-o-pee)
|EmBlow across the home of the GSeminole
|The Daligator and the Agarr
half time
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