The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Robbie Robertson / The Band (1969)
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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 a | gain. |
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| In the winter of | SixtyFive, We were | hungry, just | barely alive. |
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| By May the tenth | Richmond had fell, it's a | time I re | member, 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 singin'. They went |
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| Na, La, La, | La, La, La, | Na, 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 | Robert E. | Lee. |
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| Now I don't mind | choppin' wood, and | I don't care if the | money's no good. |
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| You take what you need and you | leave the rest, |
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| But they | never should have | taken the very | best. |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing, |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'. They went |
| Na, La, La, La, La, La, Na, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, |
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| Like my father | before me, | I will | work the | land, |
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| Like my brother | above me, | who took a | rebel | stand. |
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| He was just eighteen, | proud and brave, | 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 de | feat. |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing, |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'. They went |
| Na, La, La, La, La, La, Na, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing... |
