back in 864
on a cold november’s morn
the burning of atlanta
was a sad and a drearyone
forsherman came amarching
with a hundred thousand men
and throughthe 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
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
Artist: Claude King
Year: 1962
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 175