The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Virgil Caine is my name, and I drove on the
Danville train, Til Stonewall's cavalry came and
tore up the tracks again. In the winter of
' 65, we were hungry, just barely alive. By
May the tenth, Richmond had fell It was a time I
remember oh so well.
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, "Na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na."
Back with my wife in Tennessee, one day she said
to me. "Virgil, quick come see, here comes the
Robert E. Lee." Well I don't mind chopping wood,
And I don't care if my money's no good. You take
what you need and leave the rest, But they
should never have taken the very best.
Like my father before me, I will work the land.
And like my brother up above 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.