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Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train |
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'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again |
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In the winter of sixty-five |
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We were hungry just barely alive |
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By May tenth Richmond had fell |
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It was a time I remember oh so well |
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The night they drove old Dixie down |
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And the bells were ringing |
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The night they drove old Dixie down |
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And the people were singing, they went |
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La la la la la la, la la la la la la la la, la |
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Like my father before me I will work the land (note 1) |
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And like my brother above me who took a rebel stand |
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He was just eighteen, proud and brave |
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When a Yankee laid him in his grave |
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I swear by the mud below my feet |
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You can't raise a Cain back up when he's in defeat |
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The night they drove old Dixie down |
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And the bells were ringing |
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The night they drove old Dixie down |
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And the people were singing, they went |
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La la la la la la, la la la la la la la la, la |
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Back with my wife in Tennessee when one day she called to me (note 2) |
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Virgil, quick come see, there goes Robert E Lee |
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Now I don't mind choppin' wood |
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And I don't care if the money's no good |
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You take what you need and you keep the rest |
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But they should never have taken the very best |
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The night they drove old Dixie down |
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And the bells were ringing |
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The night they drove old Dixie down |
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And the people were singing, they went |
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La la la la la la, la la la la la la la la, la |
