John Anderson - Seminole wind

Ev^Emer since the d^Gays of old Me^Dn would search for ^Asus2wealth untold They'd ^Emdig for silver a^Gnd for gold And l^Deave the empty ^Asus2holes;

And ^Emway down south in the ^GEverglades Where the ^Dblack water rolls and the ^Asus2saw grass waves The ^Emeagles fly and the o^Gtters play In the l^Dand of the Semi-^Asus2nole;

So ^Emblow, blow S^Geminole wind B^Dlow like you're never gonna ^Asus2blow again; I'm ^Emcallin' to you like a l^Gong-lost friend But I ^Ddon't know who you ^Asus2are; And ^Emblow, blow from the O^Gkee-cho-bee A^Dll the way up to Mic^Asus2anopy (pronounced: Meh-can-o-pee) B^Emlow across the home of the S^Geminole The ^Dalligator and the ^Asus2gull

^EmProgress came and t^Gook its toll And ^Din the name of ^Asus2flood control ^EmThey made their plans and they ^Gdrained the land ^DNow the Glades are goin' ^Asus2dry ^EmLast time I, w^Galked in the swamp I s^Dtood up on a ^Asus2cypruss stump I ^Emlistened close and I ^Gheard the ghost Of ^DOs-eo-la ^Asus2cry