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