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Ever since the days of old Men would search for wealth untold, They’d dig for silver
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and for gold And leave the empty holes; 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 In the land of the Seminole;
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So blow, blow Seminole wind Blow like you're never gonna blow again
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I'm callin' to you like a long-lost friend But I don't know who you are
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And blow, blow from the Okeechobee All the way up to Micanopy
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Blow across the home of the Seminole The aligator and the gar
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Progress came and took its toll 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 goin' dry And the last time I walked in the swamp
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I stood up on a cyprus stump I listened close and I heard the ghost Of Oceola cry
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