| He drove a '47 Buick Special
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| Them dusty roads were hell on the shine
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| And about once a week he’d be down by the creek
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| And I’d help him wash it sometime
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| He had a pinstriped suit and a gold watch
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| And a gold chain that hung from his chest
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| He drank a little and he gambled a lot
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| He was a wild one I guess
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| Oh but everybody needs a hero
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| Savannah Slim was mine
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| When you’re ten years old
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| Down in south Georgia
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| Heroes are hard to find
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| Lord how he loved country music
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| He played an old Peavey guitar
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| At a roadhouse one night he was called on to fight
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| Somebody pushed him too far
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| So he served a little time in prison
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| But he served four long years in the war
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| It was in the Pacific where he got his tattoo
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| Two hearts in blue on his arm
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| Oh but everybody needs a hero
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| Savannah Slim was mine
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| When you’re ten years old
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| Down in south Georgia
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| Heroes are hard to find
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| My mama says I turned out just like him
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| She worries and prays that I’ll change
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| I didn’t know till a few days ago
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| Why he sent me his gold watch and chain
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| Oh but everybody needs a hero
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| Savannah Slim was mine
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| When you’re ten years old
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| Down in south Georgia
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| Heroes are hard to find
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| When you’re ten years old
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| Down in south Georgia
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| Heroes are hard to find
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| Savannah Slim was mine |