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.

Link: [Paul Revere & The Raiders]

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

Link: [John Anderson]

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

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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