Mr. Sherman's Army

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's Hell on a rebel Down in Tennessee A poor old Georgia boy Fighting to be free Running through the thicket Scratched and bloody as can be Mr. Sherman's army Are coming after me I'm hungry and tired No time to stop and rest You know I ain't no coward I know I've done my best But I keep a-praying That I can stay free 'Cos Mr. Sherman's army Keeps coming after me [Chorus] Mr. Sherman's army Is coming after me The took me out of Georgia, Lord To fight in Tennessee Now, all those Georgia peach trees And old Atlanta town Will never be the same Mr. Sherman burned 'em down [Verse 2] Praise the Lord, when the morning comes 'Cos I can't face the night With Yankees on the left... And Yankees on the right! But Lord, until this war is done They can't call me free 'Cos Mr. Sherman's army is Still coming after me Yeah-now! [Chorus] Mr. Sherman's army Is coming after me The took me out of Georgia, Lord To fight in Tennessee Now, all those Georgia peach trees And old Atlanta town Will never be the same Mr. Sherman burned 'em down Will never be the same Mr. Sherman burned 'em down