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