| Song | Savannah Woman |
| Artist | Tommy Bolin |
| Album | Teaser |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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? |