| Am | C/G | F | Em | Dm | |
| Virgil C | ain is my name and I s | erved on the D | anville tr | ain, |
| Am | C/G | F | Em | Dm | |
| Till Stonewall's c | avalry came and t | ore up the t | racks ag | ain. |
| C/E | F | C | Dm | |
| In the winter of s | ixty-five we were h | ungry, just | barely alive. |
| C/E | F | |
| By May the tenth R | ichmond had fell. |
| C | Dm | D | |
| It was a t | ime I rem | ember all so w | ell. |
| C/G | F | C/G | |
| The n | ight they dr | ove old Dixie d | own, |
| F | |
| And the b | ells were ringing. |
| C/G | F | C/G | |
| The n | ight they dr | ove old Dixie d | own, |
| F | |
| And the p | eople were singing. They went... |
| C/G | Am | G | F | |
| "L | a 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 I'm chopping wood, |
| And I don't care if the money's no good. |
| You take what you need and you leave the rest, |
| But they should never have taken the very best. |
| (refrain) |
| Like my father before me, I work the land. |
| And like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand. |
| He was just eighteen, proud and brave, |
| But a Yankee laid him in his grave. |
| I swear my the mud below my feet, |
| You can't raise the cane back up when it's in the feed. |
| (refrain) |
| |C C/B |Bb Am |Ab G | |
| (refrain) |
| -- | |
| Roy M. Randall, FG | I have a clue. |
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| From: skaeser@hr.house.gov (Steven Kaeser) |
| THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN |
| (The Band) |
| 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 | Gsus4 | F | C | |
| La, La, La, | La, La, La, | La, La, La, La, La, La, | La, La, |
| 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) |
| ************************** |
| And if you're interested, here is another song from the "Band": |
| ************************** |
| THE WEIGHT |
| (The Band) |
| G | Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| I pulled into | Nazareth, was | feelin' about half past | dead; |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| I just | need some place where | I can lay my | head. |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| "Hey, mister, can you | tell me where a | man might find a | bed?" |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| He just grinned and | shook my hand, and " | No!", was all he | said. |
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| (Chorus) |
| D | C | G | D | G | |
| Take a | load off | Fanny, | take a | load for | free; |
| D | C | G | |
| Take a | load off | Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on | me. |
| G(F#bass | Em | Em7 | C |
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| G | Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| I picked up my | bag, I went | lookin' for a place to | hide; |
| G | Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| When I saw | Carmen and the Devil | walkin' side by | side. |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| I said, "Hey, | Carmen, come | on, let's go down | town." |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| She said, " | I gotta go, but my | friend can stick a | round." |
| (Chorus) |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| Go down, Miss | Moses, there's | nothin' you can | say |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| It's just ol' | Luke, and Luke's | waitin' on Judgement | Day. |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| "Well, Luke, my | friend, what a | bout young Anna | Lee?" |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| He said, "Do me a | favor, son, woncha | stay and keep Anna Lee | company?" |
| (Chorus) |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| Crazy Chester | followed me, and he | caught me in the | fog. |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| He said, "I will | fix your rack, if | you'll take Jack, my | dog." |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| I said, "Wait a minute, | Chester, you know | I'm a peaceful | man." |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| He said, " | That's okay, boy, won't you | feed him when you | can." |
| (Chorus) |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| Catch a | cannon ball now, to | take me down the | line |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| My bag is | sinkin' low and I | do believe it's | time. |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| To get back to Miss | Fanny, you know | she's the only | one. |
| Bm | C | G | C | G | |
| Who sent me | here with her re | gards for every | one. |
| (Chorus) |
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| Steven Kaeser skaeser@cais.com (hm) |
| "May the farce remain with us, always" skaeser@hr.house.gov (wk) |
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