| C | Am | C/G | F | F/E | Dm | |
| Virgil | Caine is the name, and I serve | d on th | e Danvill | e train, |
| Am | C/G | F | F/E | Dm | |
| 'Til Stoneman' | s Calvery came an | d tore up th | e tracks | again. |
| Am/E | F | C | Dm | |
| In the winter o | f '65, We wer | e hungry, jus | t barely alive. |
| Am/E | F | C | Dm | D | |
| By May the tenth | , Richmond had fell, it's a ti | me I | remember, oh s | o well, |
| Chorus |
| C/G | Fmaj7 | C/G | Fmaj7 | |
| The | Night They Dr | ove 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 | D/F# | F | |
| Na, Na, Na, | Na, Na, Na, | Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, | Na, Na, |
| Am | C | F | F/E | Dm | |
| Back with my wife i | n Tennessee, Whe | n one day sh | e called t | o me, |
| Am | C | F | F/E | Dm | |
| "Virgil | , quick, come see | , there goe | s Robert E | . Lee!" |
| Am/E | F | C | Dm | |
| Now I don't min | d choppin' wood, and | I don't care if th | e money's no good. |
| Am/E | F | |
| Ya take what ya need and y | a leave the rest, |
| C | Dm | D | |
| But the | y never should hav | e taken the ver | y best. (Chorus) |
| Am | C | F | F/E | Dm | |
| Like my father | before me | , I wil | l work th | e land, |
| Am | C | F | F/E | Dm | |
| Like my brothe | r above me | , who took | a rebe | l stand. |
| Am/E | F | C | Dm | |
| He was just eighteen | , proud and brave, | But a Yankee laid hi | m in his grave, |
| Am/E | F | |
| I swear by the mud | below my feet, |
| C | Dm | D | |
| Yo | u can't raise a Caine bac | k up when he's in | defeat. (Chorus and fade) |