Georgia Burning
Written by Jack Sundrud and Craig Bickhardt

Big old Savannah moon filling half the sky
Pretty as a postcard I’m sending you tonight
Sure has been a long hot spell
And I ain’t holding up too well
All I do is think of you and wish the time would fly
 
I’m in Georgia burning, pining away
I feel like old Atlanta going down in flames
While you’re dreaming beneath that lone star moon
I’m in Georgia burning for you
 
I pick up my old guitar and when I sing your name
It leaves a taste on my lips sweet as sugarcane
All the time that we’re apart
It’s like a dry wind in my heart
Till I feel your kisses falling down like rain
 
I’m in Georgia burning, pining away
I feel like old Atlanta going down in flames
While you’re dreaming beneath that lone star moon
I’m in Georgia burning for you
 
So hold on while I’m gone
Baby, keep that fire burning back home
Way back home