Written by: Robbie Robertson
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Virgil Caine is my name, and I served on the Danville train
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Til Stonewall's Calvery 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,
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it's a time I remember oh so well
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CHORUS:
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The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringin'
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The night they drove old Dixie down, and the people were singin'
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They went na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
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Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she said to me
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"Virgil, quick come see, there goes Robert E. Lee"
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Well 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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Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest
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They never should have taken the very best
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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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til a Yankee laid him in his grave
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I swear by the mud beneath my feet
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You can't raise a Caine when he's in defeat
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CHORUS
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CHORUS
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The Night They Drove Ol' Dixie Down
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| The Black Crowes |
