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Old Savannah

Old savannah, how old are you really The moss hanging from the tree tells it all Big oak and hickory that speaks and whispers Old savannahs, how old are you really Old street car rails still in place If those street cars could talk It would tell you an awesome story of its travels Old savannah, how old are you really With old statues of the folks that lived, fought and die here Museums that tells your story Old boats that travels up and down the river To see historic heritage Slave ships that docked at the ports Showing signs of savannah’s events Old savannahs how old are you really

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