Savannah Woman (with John Scofield) - Tommy Bolin, Friends

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?