| Virgil Kane is the name
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| And I served on the Danville train
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| 'Till Stoneman’s cavalry came
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| And tore up the tracks again
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| In the winter of '65
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| We were hungry, just barely alive
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| By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
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| It’s a time I remember, oh so well
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| The night they drove old Dixie down
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| And the bells were ringing
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| The night they drove old Dixie down
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| And the people were singing
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| They went, «Na, na, la, na, na, la»
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| Back with my wife in Tennessee
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| When one day she called to me
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| «Virgil, quick, come see,
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| There goes Robert E. Lee!»
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| Now, I don’t mind chopping wood
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| And I don’t care if the money’s no good
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| You take what you need
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| And you leave the rest
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| But they should never
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| Have taken the very best
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| The night they drove old Dixie down
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| And the bells were ringing
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| The night they drove old Dixie down
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| And all the people were singing
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| They went, «Na, na, la, na, na, la»
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| Like my father before me I will work the land
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| And like my brother above me Who took a rebel stand
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| He was just 18, proud and brave
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| But a Yankee laid him in his grave
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| I swear by the mud below my feet
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| You can’t raise a Kane back up When he’s in defeat
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| The night they drove old Dixie down
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| And the bells were ringing
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| The night they drove old Dixie down
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| And all the people were singing
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| They went, «Na, na, la, na, na, la»
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| The night they drove old Dixie down
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| And all the bells were ringing
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| The night they drove old Dixie down
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| And the people were singing
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| They went, «Na, na, la, na, na, la» |