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