About The Song
John Anderson’s 1992 single “Seminole Wind” is another number-one country tune that topped the charts. And John Anderson himself is credited with writing the said masterpiece.
“Seminole Wind” is a song about a group of Native Americans in Florida. The song lyrics are referred to the Seminole war leader Osceola, whose spirit protests against the depletion of natural resources for economic gain.
Due to the fact that John Anderson, a native Floridian, put his entire heart into crafting the song, it is said to be closer to Anderson’s heart than most people realize.
The song peaked at no 2 on the United States Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks chart and reached no 1 on the Canadian RPM Country Tracks chart. Prior to its single release, “Seminole Wind” was included on the B-side of the album’s second single release, “Straight Tequila Night,” which is also one of John Anderson’s greatest hits.
The song has a tone that is genuine and naturalistic. And as the lyrics were incorporated with John Anderson’s distinct vocals together with the soothing fiddle and piano tune, the song became “vividly imagistic,” as Deborah Evans Price of Billboard magazine called it.
Jim Shea directed the music video, which shows images of Indian lands, people, and customs. Alongside Anderson, other Seminole Indian tribes are seen performing in this song. In several images, Anderson may be seen traveling across the swamp on an airboat.
Before Anderson could film the tribes and their territory, he had to obtain consent from the tribes’ chiefs in the Florida Everglades, where it was filmed. In 2004 and 2008, it was included in CMT’s 100 Greatest Videos.
Having said that, if you’re looking for a song to remind you how vital protecting the environment is, and greed will get you nowhere at all. “Seminole Wind” by John Anderson is unquestionably the perfect music for you to listen to
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Lyrics
Ever since the days of old
Men would search for wealth untold
They’d dig for silver and for gold
And leave the empty holes
And way down south in the Everglades
Where the black water rolls and the saw grass waves
The eagles fly and the otters play in the land of the Seminole
So blow, blow Seminole wind
Blow like you’re never gonna blow again
I’m calling to you like a long-lost friend
But I know who you are
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee
All the way up to Micanopy
Blow across the home of the Seminole
The alligators and the gar
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
So blow, blow Seminole wind
Blow like you’re never gonna blow again
I’m calling to you like a long-lost friend
But I know who you are
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee
All the way up to Micanopy
Blow across the home of the Seminole
The alligators and the gar