The Miccosukee Tribe of Indians of Florida is a federally recognized Native American tribe in the U.S. state of Florida. They were part of the Seminole nation until the mid-20th century, when they organized as an independent tribe, receiving federal recognition in 1962. The Miccosukee speak the Mikasuki language, which is mutually intelligible with the Hitchiti language, is considered its dialect, and is also spoken by many Florida Seminole.
Historically, the Miccosukee trace their origins to the Lower Chiaha, one of the tribes of the Creek Confederacy in present-day Georgia. Under pressure from European encroachment in their territory, they migrated to northern Florida in the early 18th century, where they became part of the developing Seminole nation. By the late 18th century, the British recorded the name Miccosukee or Mikasuki as designating a Hitchiti-speaking group centered on the village of Miccosukee in the Florida Panhandle.
Like other Seminole groups, they were displaced during the Seminole Wars (1817–1858), and many migrated or were forced to relocate west of the Mississippi River to Indian Territory in 1842, after the Seminole Wars. The Miccosukee chief Ar-pi-uck-i, also known as Sam Jones, proved an effective leader during the Second Seminole War.
The Miccosukee are a Native American tribe of Florida.
Miccosukee can also refer to:
Way down here, you need a reason to move
Feel a fool running your stateside games
Lose your load, leave your mind behind
Baby, James
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so simple, I just got to go
The sun's so hot, I forgot to go home
I guess I'll have to go now
Americano's got the sleepy eyes
But his body's still shakin' like a live wire
Senorita with her eyes on fire
Don't you know
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinkin' low
The moon so bright likes to light up the night
Make everything alright
Baby's hungry and the money's all gone
The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone
She gets a long letter and sends back a postcard
Times are hard
Oh, down in Mexico
I've never really been, so I don't really know
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now
Oh, Mexico
I've never really been but I'd sure like to go
Oh Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now
Talkin' 'bout Mexico
Little honkey tonk out in Mexico
South of Margaritaville, I've been told
Andale, Andale, vamonos
Oh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters
On that boat and head south
Oh, yeah we got a wind at our back
Smooth sailin' all the way
We got old Nordstrom, he's our chef
He's down in that galley cookin' up a Barometer Soup for us
We gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits
And make a deposit or a withdrawal
I don't know which one, y'know
We're goin' down to the land of the Mayans
Yeah, they were here long before the cavemen were
Cavemen in blue jeans oh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct
That's cave persons in blue jeans
Skip, Wiley and Skink, we may run into them
Up to no good down there
Watch out for those barefoot children
Stompin' around in those puddles
Oh, yeah, and that remittance man
He's just goin' round and round
He may run into 'ol Frank Bama
Cruisin' around in the Hemisphere Dancer