The Night They Drove old Dixie Down (Joan Baez)

		
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Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train 
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'Til Stonewall'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 took the train to Richmond, it fell, it's a time I remember, 
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oh so well, 
 
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The night they drove old Dixie down, 
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and all the bells were ringing, 
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The night they drove old Dixie down, 
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and the people were singin'. They went  
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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 said to me 
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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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Ya take what ya need, and leave 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 all the bells were ringing, 
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The night they drove old Dixie down,
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and the people were singin'. They went  
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La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La  
 
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Like my father before me, I'm a workin' man 
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Like my brother above me, I took a rebel stand. 
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He was just eighteen, proud and brave, 
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but a Yankee laid him in his grave 
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I swear by the blood below my feet, 
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you can't raise the cane back up when it's in the seed. 
 
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The night they drove old Dixie down, 
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and all the bells were ringing, 
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The night they drove old Dixie down, 
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and the people were singin'. They went  
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La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
	

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