Tommy Bolin - Savannah woman

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^AmBrazilian winds blow warm in ^F7add9Rio ^E7add9A white estate they call ^Am'Th^Be ^AmNada' ^AmMeant for her soul or so she ^F7add9says ^E7add9Hides her sadist gin made ^Ameye^Bs ^Am

No one ^Dmknows but me ^Ghow she left me so ^Ambeh^Bin^Amd Savannah ^Dmwoman I could ^Enever leave you so ^Amunk^Bin^Amd

^AmSnow white and with ^F7add9desire ^E7add9that vamp from the ^Ammag^Baz^Amine C^Amold and distant as the ^F7add9moon ^E7add9why can't she burn like ^Amfir^Be?^Am