Savannah  Woman  -  Tommy  Bolin

Savannah  woman  dressed  in  white,

Stands  out  of  tropical  rains.

She  pulls  her  gin  and  tonics  tight,

And  curses  her  lonely  domain.

Brazilian  winds  blow  warm  in  Rio,

A  white  estate  they  call  'The  Nada'.

Meant  for  her  soul  or  so  she  says,

Hides  her  sadist  gin  made  eyes.

No  one  knows  but  me  how  she  left  me  so  behind.

Savannah  woman  I  could  never  leave  you  so  unkind.

Snow  white  and  with  desire,  that  vamp  from  the  magazine.

Cold  and  distant  as  the  moon,  why  can't  she  burn  like  fire?