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Virgil Caine is my name, and I drove on the Danville train
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 'Til Stoneman's cavalry 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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 I took the train to Richmond, it fell, it was a time I remember, oh so well,

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The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the bells were ringing,
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The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the people were singin'. They went 
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 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 said 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 leave the rest,
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but they should never have taken the very best.

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The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the bells were ringing,
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The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the people were singin'. They went 
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 La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La 

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Like my father before me, I'm a workin' man
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 Like my brother before me, I 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 blood below my feet,
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you can't raise the cane back up when it's in the seed.

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The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the bells were ringing,
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The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the people were singin'. They went 
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 La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La