SEMINOLE WIND
Luke Combs
Album: Something Borrowed, Something New: A Tribute to John Anderson
Submitted by: Christopher R.
8/10/2023

Intro: (F#m) (A) (E) (B) x 4

(F#m) Ever since the (A) days of old
(E) Men would search for (B) wealth untold
(F#m) They'd dig for silver (A) and for gold
And (E) leave the empty (B) holes
And (F#m) way down south in the (A) Everglades
Where the (E) black water rolls and the (B) saw grass waves
(F#m) The eagles fly and the (A) otters play in the (E) land of the Semin(B)ole

  So (F#m) blow, blow (A) Seminole wind
  (E) Blow like you're never gonna (B) blow again
  (F#m) I'm calling to you like a (A) long-lost friend
  But (E) I know who you (B) are
  And (F#m) blow, blow from the (A) Okeechobee
  (E) All the way up to (B) Micanopy
  (F#m) Blow across the home of the (A) Seminole
  The (E) alligators and the (B) gar

(F#m) (A) (E) (B) x 2

And 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 going dry
And the last time I walked in the swamp
I sat upon a Cypress stump
I listened close and I heard the ghost of Osceola cry

Repeat Chorus

Guitar Solo #1

Repeat Chorus

Guitar Solo #2

Fade out...