Way down south in the Everglades where the black water rolls and the sawgrass waves, the eagles fly and the otters play in the land of the Seminole.
Blow blow Seminole wind blow like you’re never going to blow again
I’m calling to you like a long lost friend and I don’t know who you are.
Blow blow from the Okeechobee all the way up to Micanopy
Hello across the land of the Seminole, the alligator and the gar.
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... - John Anderson
Great song. Incredible part of the country. Let’s preserve what’s left.