Night They Drove Old Dixie Down Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train 'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. In the winter of sixty-five, we were hungry, just barely alive. By May the tenth Richmond had fell, It's a time I remember oh, so well. Chos: The night they drove old Dixie down And all the bells were ringing. The night they drove old Dixie down And all the people were singing. They went Na na na na na na. . . 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 'em chopping wood and I don't care if their money's no good. You take what you need and leave the rest. But they should never have taken the very best. Like my father before me I'm a working man. 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 by the mud below my feet You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat. JY
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