The Night They Drove Old And Dixie Down

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Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,  
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'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.  
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In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive.  
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By May the tenth, Richmond had fell. It was a time I remember oh, so well. 
  

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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 singing,  
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They went La, La, La, La, La, La,  
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La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La  
  

    
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Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me,  
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"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes the Robert E. Lee!"  
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Now I don't mind choppin' wood,  
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and I don't care if the money's no good.  
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You take what you need and leave the rest,  
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But they should never 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, I took a rebel stand.  
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He was just eighteen, proud and brave,  
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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) 

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