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Blessed Are...
The Night They Drove Old Dixi Down
Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train,
Till Stoneman´s Cavalry came an´ tore up the tracks again
In the winter of sixty-five, we were hungry, just barely alive.
By May the tenth Richmond had fell; Its a time I remember, oh, so well.

(CHORUS)
The night they drove old Dixi down
And the bells were ringin´;
The night they drove old Dixi down
And all the people were singin´, they went:
La la, 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 choppin´ wood and I don´t care if the money´s no good,
Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest but they should never have taken the very best.

Like my father before me I will work the land
Just like my brother above me, who took a Rebel stand;
He was just eighteen, my proud and brave, but a Yankee laid him in his grave.
I swear by the mud below my feet You can´t raise a Caine back up when he´s in defeat.

J. Robbie Robertson
Copyright 1969 by Canaan Music, Inc.
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Blessed Are...
The Night They Drove Old Dixi Down