Artist | John Anderson |
Song | Small Town |
Director | Jim Shea |
Intro | No |
Outro | No |
Sound Mix | Stereo |
Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
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; Chorus 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 don't know who you are; ... |