| lyric | 1. 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 sixty-five
we were hungry, just barely alive.
By May tht tenth, Richmond had fell;
it’s a time I remember, oh, so well:
Ref.:
The night they drove old Dixie down,
and the bells were ringin’;
the night they drove ld dixie down,
and the people were singin’,
they went.
2. Back with my wife in Tennessee
when one day she called to me:
„Virgil, quick, come see,
there goes the Robert E. Lee!“
Now, I don't mind chopping wood
and I don't care if the money's no good,
Ya take what you need and ya leave the rest
but they should never have taken the very best.
3. Like my father before me,
I will work the land.
And like my brother above me,
who took a rebels 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. |