Intro: C

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     Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
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     'Til Stoneman's Calvery came and tore up the tracks again.
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     In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.
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     By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,

Refrão:
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'.  They went
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La, La, La,   La, La, La,     La, La, La, La, La,    La, La, La,       La


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     Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me,
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     "Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!"
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     Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.
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     Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
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     But they never should have taken the very best.     

Refrão:
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all the bells were ringing,
    C          Fmaj7           C                Fmaj7
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all the people were singin'.  They went
C             Am              Gsus4                  Fsus4             F
La, La, La,   La, La, La,     La, La, La, La, La,    La, La, La,       La

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     Like my father before me, I will work the land,
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     Like my brother abo--ve 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.    

Repete Refrão  (2x)

    C          Fmaj7           C             Fmaj7
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'.  They went
C             Am              Gsus4                  Fsus4             F
La, La, La,   La, La, La,     La, La, La, La, La,    La, La, La,       La