Burning Georgia Down (With Tony Rice)

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