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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
(Robbie Robertson)
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Virgil Cain is my name and I served on the Danville train,
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Till Stonewall's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
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In the winter of sixty-five we were hungry, just barely alive.
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By May the tenth Richmond had fell.
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It was a time I remember all so well.
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The night they drove old Dixie down,
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And the bells were ringing.
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The night they drove old Dixie down,
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And the people were singing. They went...
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"La la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la."
Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me.
"Virgil, quick! Come see! There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now I don't mind I'm chopping wood,
And I don't care if the money's no good.
You take what you need and you leave the rest,
But they should never have taken the very best.
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Like my father before me, I work the land.
And like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave,
But a Yankee laid him in his grave.
I swear my the mud below my feet,
You can't raise the cane back up when it's in the feed.
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C Am C/G F F/E Dm
Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
Am C/G F F/E Dm
'Til Stoneman's Calvery came and tore up the tracks again.
Am/E F C Dm
In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.
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By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,
(Chorus)
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'. They went
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La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,
Am C F F/E Dm
Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me,
Am C F F/E Dm
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!"
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Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.
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Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
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But they never should have taken the very best. (Chorus)
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Like my father before me, I will work the land,
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Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
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He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
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I swear by the mud below my feet,
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You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.
(Chorus and fade)
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