| Virgil Caine is the name
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| And I served on the Danville train
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| Until stone man’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 tenth, when 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 all the people were singing
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| They went na, na, na, na, na, na
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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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| Said, «Virgil, quick come see'
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| There goes Robert E Lee»
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| And I don’t mind chopping wood
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| And I don’t care if my money’s no good
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| You take what you need and you leave the rest
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| But they should never have taken the very best
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| Like my father before me
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| I’m a working man
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| And like my brother above
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| Me who took a rebel stand
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| He was just eighteen, proud and brave
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| But a Yankee laid him in his grave
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| And I swear by the mud, Below my feet
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| You can’t raise a Caine back up
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| When he’s in defeat |