Burning in the Georgia Night

Verse 1

Red clay dust on my boots as I march through the pines,

Georgia heat on my back but I’m holding the line.

Loyalists whisper fear, but I’m not backing down,

Sir James Wright wants the crown — I want freedom for this town.

Pre‑Chorus

They say the king owns the land,

But I know the truth in my hands.

This soil is ours, this fight is ours,

We rise like fire from the stars.

Chorus

I’m Patriot Jeffer, standing tall in the fight,

Pushing back the Loyalists in the Georgia night.

Sir James Wright, you can run, you can hide,

But the spirit of the Patriots is burning inside.

We won’t bow, we won’t break,

This is freedom we’re here to make.

Verse 2

Savannah streets echo loud with the clash of the day,

Tories marching in lines trying to force us away.

But the backcountry calls, and the rebels unite,

From the swamps to the coast — we’re ready to fight.

Pre‑Chorus

They try to chain us with fear,

But liberty’s ringing clear.

Every farm, every field,

Is a promise we refuse to yield.

Chorus

I’m Patriot Jeffer, standing tall in the fight,

Pushing back the Loyalists in the Georgia night.

Sir James Wright, you can run, you can hide,

But the spirit of the Patriots is burning inside.

We won’t bow, we won’t break,

This is freedom we’re here to make.

Bridge

Hear the drums in the dark — revolution’s heartbeat.

See the sparks in the night — where the rebels meet.

Georgia’s rising, rising, rising again,

And the crown’s last grip is slipping from its hands.

Final Chorus

I’m Patriot Jeffer, and I won’t step aside,

Georgia’s calling for freedom — I’m answering with pride.

Sir James Wright, your rule ends tonight,

’Cause the Patriots blaze like wildfire light.

We won’t bow, we won’t break,

This is freedom we’re here to make.