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

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 a train,
Richmond had 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 singin'. And they went 
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,

Back with my wife in Tennessee,
When one day she said to me,
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!"
Well 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.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave,
But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
I swear by the mud below my feet, 
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.

(Chorus and fade)