The night they drove old Dixie down    (midi)

 

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1.       Virgil Cain is my name and I served on the Danville train,

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    till Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.

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    In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive

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I drove a train to Richmond, Nefelle. It was a time I remember very well.

 

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The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the bells were ringin'

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The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the people were singin',

 

(they went)

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    "Naa na-na naa na-na, na-naa na-naa na-naa naa na-naa na-na-naa"

 

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2.   Back with my wife in Tennessee, one day she said to me,

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    "Virgil, quick come see, there goes the Robert E. Lee."

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 Now. I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.

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    You take what you need and you leave the rest,

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    but they should never have taken the very best.  + CHORUS

 

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3.    Like my father before me, I'm a workin' man,

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    and like my brother above me, I took a rebel stand.

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    He was eighteen, proud and brave, but a Yankee laid him in his grave,

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    I swear by the blood beneath my feet,

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    you can't raise a Cain back up when he's in defeat.  + CHORUS

 

    (Joan Baez)