Joan Baez

by J.R.Robertson.
© 1970 Canaan Music, Inc.

Virgil Caine is my name, and I drove on the Danville train,
'Til so much cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.
I took a train to Richmond that fell, It was a time I remember, oh so well.


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

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

(Chorus)

Like my father before me, I'm a working man,
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand.
Well, he was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
I swear by the blood below my feet,
You can't raise the cane back up when it's in the feed.

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