Virgil Caine is the name,
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and I served on the Danville train,
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'Til Stoneman's cavalry
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came and tore up the tracks again.
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In the winter of '65,
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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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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 singin'.
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They went
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La, La, La, La, La, La,
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La, La, La, La, La, La,
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La, La,
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Back with my wife in Tennessee,
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When one day she called to me,
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"Virgil, quick, come see,
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there goes 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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Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
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But they should never have taken the very best.
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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 singin'.
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Like my father before me,
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I will work the land,
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Like my brother above me,
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who 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
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when he's in defeat.
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
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| Bob Dylan |
