THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN . . The Band

Virgil Kane 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 was a time I remember, oh so well
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: Na. . . Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, . . . . . . Na, Na, Na, Na . . .Na, Na, Na, Na, Na
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 Kane back up when he's in defeat. . . . . (Chorus)

TEMPO 60 • • • SIR PSYCHIC [20]

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Chromatic Scale: G > Em
Em. .D/3 . . G. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . Em/B . .Am . . .Em. . . . D/3 . . . . G. . . . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . Em/B . .Am
. . . Virgil Kane is the name, and I served on the Danville train. . . . . 'Til Stonewall's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
Em . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . .Am . . . . . . .Em . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . Am . . . . . . . . . . . A
. . . In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive. . . By May tenth, Richmond had fell, it was a time I remember, oh so well
. . . . . .G. . . . . . . . Cmaj7. . . . . . . G. . . . . . . . . . . Cmaj7. . . . . . . . . . . . . .G. . . . . . . Cmaj7. . . . . . . . . . G. . . . . . . . . . Cmaj7
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing, The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'
. . . . . . . . . . . . . G. . . . . . . . . . Em . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dsus4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .C. . . . . . . . . . . . G[riff] . . C . . G[riff]
They went . . .Na. . .Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, . . . . . . Na, Na, Na, Na . . .Na, Na, Na,Na . . Na
Em. . . . . . . D/3. . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .C. . . . . . . . . . . Em/B . .Am .Em. . D/3. . . .G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .C. . . . . . . . . . . Em/B . .Am
Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me. . . . . . "Virgil, quick, come see . . there goes Robert E. Lee!"
Em . . . . . . . . . . . . . C. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G. . . . . . . . . . . . . Am
Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.
. . . .Em. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . Am. . . . . . . . . . A
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, tryin' to work the land, and like my brother below 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 blood below my feet,
You can't raise a Kane back up when he's in defeat. (Chorus and fade)

*The above file is this author's own work and
represents his interpretation of this well-known
song. This file may only be used for private study,
scholarship, or research.