THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN

Words and Music by
ROBBIE ROBERTSON

Additional Lyrics

 

2. 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.
(Repeat Chorus)

 

3. Like my father before me
I will work the land.
And 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.
(Repeat Chorus with final ending)