Seminole Wind 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
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Brandi Marie Carlile, Timothy Jay Hanseroth, Phillip John Hanseroth
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Sweet Western Sound
- When The Rodeo Is Over (Where Does The Cowboy Go?)
- Kindness
- Ready As I'll Never Be
- Texas Queen (Live '79)
- Pack Your Lies And Go
- Live From The Troubadour
- I’m On Fire / Ring Of Fire (Medley / Live From The Troubadour / October 2019)
- Bring My Flowers Now (Live From the Troubadour) - Single
- The Winner's Game
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.