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THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN - The Band
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Tabbed by: Russ Pinkston
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Tuning: Standard
[Intro]
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Am C/G F Em Dm
Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train
Am C/G F Em Dm
Till Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
Em F C Dm
In the winter of sixty-five we were hungry, just barely alive.
Em F C Dm D
By May the tenth Richmond had fell it?s a time I remember oh so well.
C F C
The night they drove old Dixie down
F
And the bells were ringing
C F C
The night they drove old Dixie down
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And all the people were singing
C F Dm F
They went la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
[BREAK]
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Am C/G F Em Dm
Back with my wife in Tennessee when one day she called to me
Am C/G F Em Dm
Virgil, quick come see there goes Robert E. Lee!
Em F C Dm
Now I don t mind chopping wood and I don't care if the money's no good.
Em F C Dm D
You take what you need and you leave the rest but they should never have taken the very best.
[Chorus]
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Am C/G F Em Dm
Like my father before me I will work the land
Am C/G F Em Dm
And like my brother above me who took a rebel stand
Em F C Dm
He was just eighteen, proud and brave, but a Yankee laid him in his grave.
Em F C Dm D
I swear by the mud below my feet you can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.
[Chorus]
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[Chorus]
(FADE OUT)
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