So it comes to the end of the day
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And I'm checking out of my hotel room today
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It's been two years since I've seen your face
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The girl beside me reminds me how you taste
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Since I've seen you, I've been beaten down and bruised
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And everyday I'm feeling more and more misused
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I never thought that I would be without your love
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Years gone by, you're still the one I'm thinking of
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Sweet Savannah, you shine so bright
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May the evening bring your favorite night
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Sweet Savannah, you been gone so long
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But I've got to move on
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It's gettin' cold, I put my jacket on your back
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And we smoke a cigarette, the last one in the pack
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I still remember exactly what you said
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That you had demons that you couldn't put to bed
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Now I'm leaving, yeah, I'm moving out west
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And it's time for us to lay our history to rest
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I still remember a tear drop in your eye
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But you know I couldn't stand to see you cry
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Sweet Savannah, you shine so bright
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May the evening bring your favorite night
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Sweet Savannah, you been gone so long
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But I've got to move on
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So now I close on this Hollywood night
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Where this counter-culture cultivates an emptiness inside
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Would it be different if you were still here in my life
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Would I be sober, and would you be my wife?
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Sweet Savannah, you shine so bright
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May the evening bring your favorite night
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Sweet Savannah, you been gone so long
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But I've got to be movin' on
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Sweet Savannah
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Shooter Jennings |