Lyrics

Sweet Savannah
By
Mark Elliott & Michael Bornheim



We carved our names in a Live Oak tree
Love hung in the air like a tire swing
That summer sky was the clearest blue
And our hearts back then were the deepest true
It?s been such a long, long time
But even now when I close my eyes

I see her standing barefoot sweet southern smile
I?d crawl on my knees for a country mile
For one more chance to hold her in my arms
I miss her so bad sometimes it hurts
Call it a blessing call it a curse
But late at night I dream about
Sweet Savannah

Savannah, it?s such a long road home
Past the cotton fields and the old peach groves
They say you can never really go back
But I believe in love a more
If I?m luckier than I deserve to be
She?ll be there waiting for me

I can still taste her lips on mine
Sweeter than daddy?s home made wine
I wonder if she ever gets to missing me
And lying underneath that Live Oak Tree

I see her standing barefoot sweet southern smile
I?d crawl on my knees for a country mile
For one more chance to hold her in my arms
I miss her so bad sometimes it hurts
Call it a blessing call it a curse
But late at night I dream about
Sweet Savannah

I miss her so bad sometimes it hurts
Call it a blessing call it a curse
But late at night I dream about
Sweet Savannah