| Lyrics：Robbie Robertson Music：Robbie Robertson | |
| Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train, | |
| 'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. | |
| In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive. | |
| By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well, | |
| (Chorus) | |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing, | |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and 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, When one day she called to me, | |
| 'Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!' | |
| Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good. | |
| Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest, | |
| But they should never have taken the very best. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Like my father before me, I will work the land, | |
| Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand. | |
| He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave, | |
| I swear by the mud below my feet, | |
| You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat. | |
| (Chorus and fade) |
| Lyrics: Robbie Robertson Music: Robbie Robertson | |
| Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train, | |
| ' Til Stoneman' s cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. | |
| In the winter of ' 65, We were hungry, just barely alive. | |
| By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it' s a time I remember, oh so well, | |
| Chorus | |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing, | |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and 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, When one day she called to me, | |
| ' Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!' | |
| Now I don' t mind choppin' wood, and I don' t care if the money' s no good. | |
| Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest, | |
| But they should never have taken the very best. | |
| Chorus | |
| Like my father before me, I will work the land, | |
| Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand. | |
| He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave, | |
| I swear by the mud below my feet, | |
| You can' t raise a Caine back up when he' s in defeat. | |
| Chorus and fade |
| Lyrics: Robbie Robertson Music: Robbie Robertson | |
| Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train, | |
| ' Til Stoneman' s cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. | |
| In the winter of ' 65, We were hungry, just barely alive. | |
| By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it' s a time I remember, oh so well, | |
| Chorus | |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing, | |
| The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and 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, When one day she called to me, | |
| ' Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!' | |
| Now I don' t mind choppin' wood, and I don' t care if the money' s no good. | |
| Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest, | |
| But they should never have taken the very best. | |
| Chorus | |
| Like my father before me, I will work the land, | |
| Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand. | |
| He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave, | |
| I swear by the mud below my feet, | |
| You can' t raise a Caine back up when he' s in defeat. | |
| Chorus and fade |
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