The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
by J.R.Robertson.
© 1970 Canaan Music, Inc. 

Virgil Caine is my name,
And I drove on the Danville train,
'Til so much cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again.
In the winter of '65,
We were hungry, just barely alive.
I took a train, and Richmond fell,
it was a time I remember, oh so well,

(Chorus)

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all the bells were ringin',
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all the people were singin'.
And they went 
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,

Back with my wife in Tennessee,
And one day she said to me,
"Virgil, quick, come see, a-there goes a-Robert E. Lee!"
Now I don't mind choppin' wood,
And I don't care if the money's no good.
Just take what ya need and leave the rest,
But they should never have taken the very best.

(Chorus)

Like my father before me,
I'm a working man,
And like my brother before me,
I took a rebel stand.
Well, he was just eighteen, proud and brave,
But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
I swear by the blood below my feet, 
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.

(Chorus and fade)