The Burning Of Atlanta

Back in 1864

On a cold November's morn

The burning of Atlanta

Was a sad and a dreary one

For Sherman came a marching

With a hundred thousand men

And through the smoke

Through the flames

Over the cannon's roar

You could hear them rebels call

We ain't scared of y'all

We don't care what the Yankees say

The South's gonna rise again

We're tough as nails

And you better turn tails

And head back where they've been

They took our beans

And a fat back pony

We've still got our Confederate money

We don't care what the Yankees say

The South's gonna rise again

Johnny Reb's now in retreat

But fighting till the end

With nothing left but the burning past

It's gone with the wind

For Sherman gave the order

Burn Atlanta to the ground

And through the smoke

Through the flames

Over the cannon's roar

You could hear them rebels call

We ain't scared of y'all

We don't care what the Yankees say

The South's gonna rise again

We're tough as nails

And you better turn tails

And head back where they've been

They took our beans

And a fat back pony

We've still got our Confederate money

We don't care what the Yankees say

The South's gonna rise again

The war between the North and South

Is just a memory

The burning of Atlanta

Has gone down as history

But let us turn the pages back

To the time of yesteryear

When through the smoke

Through the flames

Over the cannon's roar

You could hear them rebels call

We ain't scared of y'all

We don't care what the Yankees say

The South's gonna rise again

We're tough as nails