In Ol' Savannah,
I said, Savannah,
The weather there is nice and warm,
The women are the Southern brand,
But there's one thing I don't understand
They gotta gal there
A pretty gal there,
Who's colder,
Than an Arctic Storm!
She's gotta heart as cold as stone,
And even nice men,
They leave her aloneThey call her Hardhearted Hannah,
The vamp of Savannah,
The meanest gal in town
Leather is tough,
But Hannah's heart is tougher
She's a gal who likes to see men sufferTo tease 'em and thrill 'em,
To torture and kill 'em
Is her delight they say.
I saw her at the seashore with a great big pan
There was Hannah pouring water on a drowning man
That's Hardhearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah G-AThey call her Hardhearted Hannah,
The vamp of Savannah
The meanest gal in town
Talk about your cold refrigerating mamma's
Brother she's a polar bears pajamas
Songwriters
AGER, MILTON / BATES, CHARLES / BIGELOW, BOB / YELLEN, JACKPublished by
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