Balsam Range - Burning georgia down

^EmThe Yankee letter said that they'd be ^Gcomin' any day And if we ^Amplanned on gettin' out alive we ^Cbest be on our way Our ^Emtattered grey was torn between if ^Gwe should run or fight But our ^AmSouthern pride swelled up inside as we ^Cdug in for the ^B7night

Then we ^Gheard a rider callin', "They're ^Dcomin' down the road!" And the ^Emfirey flash of twenty-pounders ^Cstarted to explode ^GTried our best to stop them but our ^Gefforts ^G/F#were in ^Emvain In the ^Cdistance you could hear the sound of Dixie's last re^Gfrain

They're ^Gburnin' ^G/F#Georgia ^Emdown ^C Those devils dressed in^G blue They ^Gtook the ^G/F#higher ^Emground ^C Dying's all we can^G do Atlanta's bound to ^Cfall Smell the smoke and the ^Emcinder They're burnin' Georgia ^Amdown ^C But we never will sur^Grender

^EmSherman left Atlanta leading sixty ^Gthousand of his best ^AmSpreading the destruction over ^C50 miles abreast ^EmMarching to the sea, leavin' ^Gnothing in their path ^AmFactories, farms, and churches; ^Cnothing spared their ^B7wrath

Oh ^GChristmas Day in '64, they ^Dcut off our supplies And then they ^Emoffered Mr. Lincoln up Sa^Cvannah as a prize And ^Gthough our lines are broken; we ^Gfought on ^G/F#till the ^Emend And ^Cpray someday we'll find a way to Dixie once a^Ggain

They're ^Gburnin' ^G/F#Georgia ^Emdown ^C Those devils dressed in^G blue They ^Gtook the ^G/F#higher ^Emground ^C Dying's all we can^G do Atlanta's bound to ^Cfall Smell the smoke and the ^Emcinder They're burnin' Georgia ^Amdown ^C But we never will sur^Grender They're burnin' Georgia ^Amdown ^C But we never will sur^Emrender