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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down


The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
! (Robbie Robertson)

> |C | |
> Am C/G F Em Dm
Virgil Cain is my name and I served on the Danville train,
> Am C/G F Em Dm
Till Stonewall's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
> C/E F C Dm
In the winter of sixty-five we were hungry, just barely alive.
> C/E F
By May the tenth Richmond had fell.
> C Dm D
It was a time I remember all so well.
> C/G F C/G
The night they drove old Dixie down,
> F
And the bells were ringing.
> C/G F C/G
The night they drove old Dixie down,
> F
And the people were singing. They went...
> C/G Am G F
"La la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la."
Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me.
"Virgil, quick! Come see! There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now I don't mind I'm chopping wood,
And I don't care if the money's no good.
You take what you need and you leave the rest,
But they should never have taken the very best.
! (refrain)
Like my father before me, I work the land.
And like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave,
But a Yankee laid him in his grave.
I swear my the mud below my feet,
You can't raise the cane back up when it's in the feed.
! (refrain)
> |C C/B |Bb Am |Ab G |
! (refrain)

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> C Am C/G F F/E Dm
Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
> Am C/G F F/E Dm
'Til Stoneman's Calvery came and tore up the tracks again.
> Am/E F C Dm
In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.
> Am/E F C Dm D
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,
! (Chorus)
> C/G Fmaj7 C/G Fmaj7
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
> C/G Fmaj7 C/G Fmaj7
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'. They went
> C/G Am Gsus4 F C
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,
> Am C F F/E Dm
Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me,
> Am C F F/E Dm
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!"
> Am/E F C Dm
Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.
> Am/E F
Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
> C Dm D
But they never should have taken the very best. (Chorus)
> Am C F F/E Dm
Like my father before me, I will work the land,
> Am C F F/E Dm
Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
> Am/E F C Dm
He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
> Am/E F
I swear by the mud below my feet,
> C Dm D
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.
! (Chorus and f

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