Seminole Wind - Luke Combs

Seminole wind Let me feel your breath again Take me back to the place your love did find me Black ribbon, lead me home Wherever I may roam And may the bridges that I cross not burn behind me I've seen the Sunset Strip And the Hollywood Hills Where the desert fades into the L.A. sky Where the palm trees are a-reachin' And the holy devil's preachin' To people blinded by the stars behind their eyes To be roamin' like a gypsy And livin' on the edge Sometimes your loneliness, it comes with throttle And happiness, it seems Just like our golden dreams Won't be found at the bottom of a bottle Seminole wind Let me feel your breath again Take me back to the place your love did find me Black ribbon, lead me home Wherever I may roam And may the bridges that I cross not burn behind me As I followed this great highway From the west coast to the east I cursed the worn-out stars as they were falling I got tossed and turned around But I always stood my ground I still hear the winds of Seminole a-calling Seminole wind Let me feel your breath again Take me back to the place your love did find me Black ribbon, lead me home Wherever I may roam And may the bridges that I cross not burn behind me Seminole wind Let me feel your breath again Take me back to the place your love did find me Black ribbon, lead me home Wherever I may roam And may the bridges that I cross not burn behind me Seminole wind Let me feel your breath again Take me back to the place your love did find me Black ribbon, lead me home Wherever I may roam And may the bridges that I cross not burn behind me Seminole wind Let me feel your breath again Take me back to the place your love did find me Black ribbon, lead me home Wherever I may roam And may the bridges that I cross not burn behind me Seminole wind Let me feel your breath Take me back to the place

Ever since the days of old Men would search for wealth untold They'd dig for silver and for gold And they'd leave the empty holes 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 Blow, blow seminole wind Blow like you're never gonna blow again I'm calling to you like a long lost friend 'Cause I know who you are Blow, blow from Okeechobee Way up to Micanopy Blow across the home of the seminole The alligators 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 The last time I walked in the swamp I sat down on a cypress stump I listened close and I heard the ghost Of Osceola cry Blow, blow seminole wind Blow like you're never gonna blow again I'm calling to you like a long lost friend I know who you are And blow, blow from Okeechobee Way up to Micanopy Blow across the home of the seminole The alligators and the gar Blow, blow seminole wind Blow like you're never gonna blow again I'm calling to you like a long lost friend 'Cause I know who you are Blow, blow from Okeechobee Way up to Micanopy Blow across the home of the seminole The alligators and the gar, blow (Blow, seminole wind) (Blow, seminole wind) (Blow, seminole wind)

I got a job, and my name's Joe Spend my days at the Texaco Never show up late Never show up drunk 'Cause when I get half lit, I'm a loaded gun Made a couple of wrong turns, did county time I do everything I can to stay between the lines I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Some battles are fought on foreign shores And some are fought behind closed doors Some fall from grace Some lose their wings Some find the peace, salvation brings I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Here's to good days, here's to livin' And here's to old sins, being forgiven And a bunch of good buddies that all drop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle At the end of the bottle

There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go There is moonlight and moss in the trees Down the Seven Bridges Road Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild Sometimes there's a part of me Has to turn from here and go Runnin' like a child from these warm stars Down the Seven Bridges Road There are stars in the southern sky And if e'er you decide you should go There is a taste of thyme-sweetened honey Down the Seven Bridges Road