• Song:

    The Night They Drove

  • Artist:

    Joan Baez

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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
By Robbie Robertson
(As performed by Joan Baez)
capo 1st fret
C (x32010@1)Am (x02210@1)     C (x32010@1)                                F (133211@1)                               Am (x02210@1)    Virgil Caine is my name, and I drove on the Danville train,

      C (x32010@1)                    Am (x02210@1)                      F (133211@1)                         Am (x02210@1)    'Til Stoneman's Calvery came and tore up the tracks again.

     F (133211@1)                    C (x32010@1)                  Am (x02210@1)            F (133211@1)    In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.

Am (x02210@1)                           F (133211@1)                                  C (x32010@1)          Am (x02210@1)                 D (xx0232@1)    By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,

(Chorus)

        C (x32010@1)           Am (x02210@1)           F (133211@1)      C (x32010@1)                  Am (x02210@1)          FThe (133211@1)Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,

        C (x32010@1)            Am (x02210@1)          F (133211@1)      C (x32010@1)                   Am (x02210@1)            FThe (133211@1)Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'.  They went   
 
C (x32010@1)           Am (x02210@1)                 D (xx0232@1)                 F (133211@1)                             CLa, (x32010@1) La, La, La, La, La,     La, La, La, La, La, La,    La, La,

      Am (x02210@1)                         C (x32010@1)                        F (133211@1)                                Am (x02210@1) 
     Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she said to me,

  C (x32010@1)          Am (x02210@1)                     F (133211@1)                                Am (x02210@1)    "Virgil, quick, come see, there goes a Robert E. Lee!"

   F (133211@1)                          C (x32010@1)                           Am (x02220@1)                    F (133211@1)    Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.

      Am (x02210@1)                                           F (133211@1)    Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,

                   C (x32010@1)                          Am (x02210@1)                D (xx0232@1)    But they should never have taken the very best.    

 (Chorus)
  Am (x02210@1)                   C (x32010@1)             F (133211@1)                Am (x02210@1)    Like my father before me, I will work the land,

      C (x32010@1)                     Am (x02210@1)                  F (133211@1)               Am (x02210@1)    Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.

      F (133211@1)                              C (x32010@1)                                  Am (x02210@1)                   F (133211@1)    He was just eighteen, proud and brave,  But a Yankee laid him in his grave,

   Am (x02210@1)                          F (133211@1)    I swear by the mud below my feet, 

       C (x32010@1)                                       Am (x02210@1)                       D (xx0232@1)    You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.   

 (Chorus and fade) 

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