The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Virgil Caine is my name, and I served on the Danville train
Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well
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 singin'
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, ...
Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she said to me
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E Lee"
Now I don't mind choppin' 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
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 singin'
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, ...
Like my father before me, I will work the land
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
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 singin'
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well
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 singin'
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, ...
Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she said to me
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E Lee"
Now I don't mind choppin' 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
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 singin'
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, ...
Like my father before me, I will work the land
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
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 singin'
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
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Writer(s): Robbie Robertson
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