Burning Georgia Down

The Yankee letter said that they'd be comin' any day

And if we planned on gettin' out alive we best be on our way

Our tattered grey was torn between if we should run or fight

But our Southern pride swelled up inside as we dug in for the night

Then we heard a rider callin', "They're comin' down the road!"

And the firey flash of twenty-pounders started to explode

'Tried our best to stop them but our efforts were in vain

In the distance you could hear the sound of Dixie's last refrain

They're burnin' Georgia down

Those devils dressed in blue

They took the higher ground

Dying's all we can do

And let us, bound to fall

Smell the smoke and the cinder

They're burnin' Georgia down

But we never will surrender

Sherman left Atlanta leading sixty thousand of his best

Spreading their destruction over 50 miles abreast

Marching to the sea, leavin' nothing in their path

Factories, farms, and churches; nothing spared their wrath

Oh

Christmas Day in '64, they cut off our supplies

And then they offered Mr. Lincoln up Savannah as a prize

And though our lines are broken

We fought on till the end

And pray someday we'll find a way to Dixie once again

They're burnin' Georgia down

Those devils dressed in blue

They took the higher ground

Dying's all we can do

And let us, bound to fall

Smell the smoke and the cinder

They're burnin' Georgia down

But we never will surrender

They're burnin' Georgia down

But we never will surrender