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.
Ronnie Bee's Gigabyte Band
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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.
Lyrics
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