The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

(J. R. Robertson)

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


(Chorus)

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 singing.
They went 
La, La, La, La, La, La,
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

Back with my wife in Tennessee,
And when one day she called to me,
"Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now I don't mind on choppin' wood,
And I don't care if the money's no good.
Ya 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,
Like my brother before me,
I took a rebel stand.
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)