[Am]Virgil [C]Caine is my name, and I [F]drove on the Danville tr[Dm]ain,

[Am]Till Stonewall’s cavalry came and [F]tore up the tracks a[Dm]gain,

[C]In the winter of [F]‘65, we were [C]hungry, just [F]barely alive.

[C]By May the tenth, [F]Richmond had fell

It was [C]time I rem[Am]ember oh so [D-D7]well.

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The [C]night they [F]drove old Dixie [C]down, and all the [F]bells were

ringing

The [C]night they [F]drove old Dixie [C]down, and all the [F]people were

singing.

They went, [C]“Na na na [Am]na na na [D]na na na na [F]na na na na.” [C]

[Am]Back with my wife in [C]Tennessee, [F]one day she said to [Dm]me

[Am]“Virgil, [C]quick come see, [F]here comes the Robert E. [Dm]Lee”

Well [C]I don’t mind [F]chopping wood,

And I [C]don’t care if my [F]money’s no good.

You [C]take what you need and [F]leave the rest,

But they should [C]never have [Am]taken the very [D-D7]best.

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[Am]Like my father [C]before me, [F]I will work the [Dm]land

[Am]And like my brother up [C]above me, [F]I took a rebel [Dm]stand.

He was [C]just eighteen, [F]proud and brave, but a [C]Yankee laid him [F]in

his grave.

I [C]swear by the blood [F]below my feet,

You can’t [C]raise a Caine back [Am]up when he’s in [D-D7]defeat.

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