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Atlanta's Burning (BMI)
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I wrote this as a tribute to my native City, Atlanta. Although Gen. Sherman burned it during the Civil War, It rose from the ashes.
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Ronnie Bee's Gigabyte Band
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Peak #152
Peak in subgenre #38
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Ronnie Bee's Gigabyte Band
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Copyright 2007, by Ronnie Bee
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February 12, 2007
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MP3 3.8 MB 320 kbps 4:09
Story behind the song
My great grandfather fought in the civil war, and I'm from Atlanta so I wrote this to my native city that rose from the ashes of the civil war.
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Billy's in the backyard, Grandpa's in the kitchen, helpin' mama clean the pots and pans I'm sittin' by the fireplace, thinkin' about leaving, cause war is still rumblin in our land While I am a musin', mind all in confusion, blue gives a low and fearsome growl Footsteps on the back-porch, Billy comes a yellin', words I can barely understand Yall come quick, I see Atlanta burnin', there's smoke on the ridge, thick and black as coal. I bet ol' Sherman's marchin' and torchin' up the city, he's killing and taking all the gold. Grab your pistols cartridges and rifles, saddle up the horses for the ride Head for the city to rescue our kinfolk, we just can't watch Atlanta burn See them blacken chimneys, stomp on glowing embers, rescue the wounded if you can Sherman left us nothing, everybody leaving, cause war devastated our land While I'm a musin', mind all in confusion, I hear a low exciting sound Footsteps on the back-trail, Billy comes a yellin', words I can barely understand Yall come quick, Atlanta is rebuildin', there's folks on the land, standing tall and proud Two by two they're marchin' and bringing up the city, the farmers are breaking up new ground. Grab your pickaxe, pitchforks and shovels, hitch up the wagon for the run Helping our kinfolk, to rebuild the city, we just won't let Atlanta burn Yall come quick, Atlanta is rebuildin', there's folks on the land, standing tall and proud Two by two they're marchin' and bringing up the city, the farmers are breaking up new ground. Grab your pickaxe, pitchforks and shovels, hitch up the wagon for the run Helping our kinfolk, to rebuild the city, we just won't let Atlanta burn Helping our kinfolk, to rebuild the city, we just won't let Atlanta burn We just won't let Atlanta burn
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