Intro : | |
Virgil Cain is my name and| I drove on the Danvil le tr | ain
Till Stoneman's cavalry came | an d tore up the trac |
ks again
In the winter of '65, we we| re hungry, ju st barely ali | ve
I drove a train to Richmond, Nefel | le. It was a time I remember | very | well
The night they drove ol d Di| xie down, and all the bells were ri | ngin'
The night they drove ol d Di| xie down, and all the people were s | ingin', (they went)
"Naa na-na naa na-n| a, na-naa na-naa na-naa naa na-naa na-na| | -naa"
Back with my wife in Tennessee, one day she said to me
"Virgil, quick come see, there goes the Robert E Lee."
Now. I don't mind choppin'wood, and I don't care if the money's no good
You take what you need and you leave the rest,
but they should never have taken the
very best.
Like my father before me, I'm a workin'man
Like my brother above me, I took a rebel stand
He was eighteen, proud and brave, but a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the blood beneath my feet,
you can't raise a Cain back up when he's in defeat.