Thursday, November 27, 2014

ATF: Civilized Tribes

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Indian Reservation
Paul Revere & The Raiders
They took the whole Cherokee nation
Put us on this reservation
Took away our ways of life
The tomahawk
And bow and knife
Took away our native tongue
And taught their English to our young
And all the beads we made by hand
Are nowadays made in Japan

Cherokee people
Cherokee tribe
So proud you lived
So proud you died

They took the whole Indian nation
Locked us on this reservation
Though I wear a shirt and tie
I'm still part red man deep inside

Cherokee people
Cherokee tribe
So proud you lived
So proud you died

But when someday they have learned
The Cherokee nation will return
Will return
Will return
Will return
Will return



Seminole Wind
John Anderson
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 callin’ 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 callin’ 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

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8 comments:

  1. Dear Jerry, Wishing you a Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving. Catherine

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Catherine!!! I have no doubt that your family will be stuffed to the gills with your gourmet delights before the day is done.

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  2. I hadn't heard either of these. Good choices. Here's a more modern one for you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpNMyoO37voe. Native Blood by Testament in case the link doesn't work.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Jen!!! Um, Native Blood sounds a little too modern for my musical tastes. (LOL?)

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  3. I always liked that first one. Hope you're having a Happy Thanksgiving

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! I am really glad you enjoyed this and off work in time to fix lots of goodies for Wade and Gibbs!

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  4. Hi Y’all!

    Hope you’re havin’ a wonderful Thanksgivin’ and have a great weekend. Safe travels y’all!

    Still laughing at the turkey in the previous post!

    Y’all come on by,
    Hawk aka BrownDog

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Hawk!!! Don't be laughin' too hard with a full belly--okay?

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