By: J R (Robbie) Robertson 1969
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| Bm | D | G | Bm |
| Virgil | Caine is the name and I | served on the Danville | train |
| D | Bm | G | Bm |
| Till Stoneman's | cavalry came and | tore up the tracks | again |
| G | D | Bm | G |
| In the winter of | sixty five, we were | hungry, just | barely alive |
| Bm | G |
| By May the tenth | Richmond had fell |
| D | Bm | E | E |
It was a | time I | remember, oh so | well | |
| D | Bm | G | D |
The | night they | drove old | Dixie down | |
| Bm |
And all the | bells were ringing |
| D | Bm | G | D |
The | night they | drove old | Dixie down | |
| Bm |
And all the | people were singing |
| D | Bm | E | G | G |
They went " | Naa, na-na | naa na-na, | na-naa, na-naa, naa | naa na na naa" | |
| Bm | D | G | Bm |
| Back with my wife in | Tennessee, and | one day she called to | me |
| D | Bm | G | Bm |
| Virgil, | quick come see, | there goes the Robert E | Lee |
| G | D | Bm | G |
| Now I don't mind | chopping wood, and I | don't care if the | money's no good |
| Bm | G |
| You just take what you need and you | leave the rest |
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But they should | never have | taken the very | best | |
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| Like my father | before me, | I will work the | land |
| D | Bm | G | Em |
| Just like my brother | above me, | who took a rebel | stand |
| G | D | Bm | G |
| He was just eighteen, | proud and brave, but a | Yankee laid him | in his grave |
| Bm | G |
| I swear by the mud | below my feet |
| D | Bm | E | E |
You can't | raise a Caine back | up when he's in | defeat | |
Created 2009 Sept 15 13:29
This is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song.
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