By:  J R (Robbie) Robertson 1969
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 | Virgil  | Caine is the name and I  | served on the Danville  | train | 
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 | Till Stoneman's  | cavalry came and  | tore up the tracks  | again | 
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 | In the winter of  | sixty five, we were  | hungry, just  | barely alive | 
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 | By May the 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 all the  | bells were ringing | 
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| The  | night they  | drove old  | Dixie down  |  | 
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| And all the  | people were singing | 
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| They went " | Naa, na-na  | naa na-na,  | na-naa, na-naa, naa  | naa na na naa"  |  | 
 
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 | Back with my wife in  | Tennessee, and  | one day she called to  | me | 
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 | Virgil,  | quick come see,  | there goes the Robert E  | Lee | 
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 | Now I don't mind  | chopping wood, and I  | don't care if the  | money's no good | 
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 | You just take what you need and you  | leave the rest | 
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| But they should  | never have  | taken the very  | best  |  | 
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 | Like my father  | before me,  | I will work the  | land | 
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 | Just like my brother  | above me,  | who took a rebel  | stand | 
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 | He was just eighteen,  | proud and brave, but 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 Caine back  | up when he's in  | defeat  |  | 
 Created 2009 Sept 15 13:29
 
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