Marching Through Georgia - Old Crow Medicine Show

Bring the good old bugle, boys, we’ll sing another song

Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along

Sing it as we used to sing it, 50, 000 strong

While we were marching through Georgia.

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

we bring the jubilee!

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

the flag that makes you free!

So we sang the from Atlanta to the sea

While we were marching through Georgia.

How the people shouted when they heard the joyful sound

How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found

How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground

While we were marching through Georgia.

Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,

When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years;

Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,

While we were marching through Georgia.

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

we bring the jubilee!

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

the flag that makes you free!

So we sang the from Atlanta to the sea

While we were marching through Georgia.

«Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!»

So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast

Had they not forgot, alas!

to reckon with the Host

While we were marching through Georgia.

So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,

Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main;

Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain

While we were marching through Georgia.

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

we bring the jubilee!

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

the flag that makes you free!

So we sang the from Atlanta to the sea

While we were marching through Georgia.

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

we bring the jubilee!

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

the flag that makes you free!

So we sang the from Atlanta to the sea

While we were marching through Georgia.

While we were marching through Georgia.

While we were marching through Georgia.