Savannah Flu

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This is an illustration I did to accompany a song I wrote which is based on those wandering souls in Savannah, Georgia.

Drums- Craig McNair Jr.
Lead Guitar- Joe Hadley
Bass, Rhythm Guitar, Vocals- Dave D'Incau Jr.

Savannah Flu
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Standing bloody in the pouring rain,
I'm sipping off my flask to cure this aching pain.
I've come gone insane,
and I'm stumbling to survive here down on Broughton Lane.

Watch out for that Savannah Flu,
because she sure as hell wants to catch on you.
And yes, she do.
Yeah, she's always tryin' to make you cover and shed.

Share with me your pretty charity.
Won't you offer me your money and some kind words of sympathy?
Oh, please ma'am please.
God, beg you I'm tired, hungry and dying.

This Holy Bible is my mission guide,
when I'm on the run or out to hide;
I'm livin' on the curbside.
Claude, my life's a waste and my story's a lie.

I take what's left and I make it mines.
Darling, anything that's nothing will do just fine.
I think I've got some cancer, an infectious disease.
If I do, I pray it's the kind that kills with ease.
And I'm broken down with no place to go.
If you take me Lord, when those lights are low,
will you come back, again?
Will you come back, again?

My nappy hair and clothes gone fray,
Yes, I wear them every God damn day.
It is the Devil's way.
Yeah, my feets worn down, but the booze is still good.

I take what's left and I make it mines.
Darling, anything that's nothing will do just fine.
I think I've got some cancer, an infectious disease.
If I do, I pray it's the kind that kills with ease.
And I'm broken down with no place to go.
If you take me Lord, when them lights are low,
will you come back, again?
Will you come back, again?