The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down Chords

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THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN - Robbie Robertson

CAPO 1st FRET


Am     C/G                    F                      Am
Virgil Cain is the name and I served on the Danville train
C/G             Am               F                    Am
Till Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks a-gain
F                C                   Am           F
In the winter of sixty-five, we were hungry, just barely alive
   Am             F
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell
         C         Am            D
It was a time I re-member all so well


CHORUS
    C/G        F               C/G
The night they drove old Dixie down
            Am
And all the bells were ringing
    C/G        F               C/G
The night they drove old Dixie down
            Am
And all the people were singing. They went...
C/G      Am        D              F
Na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na


Am                   C/G            F                     Am
Back with my wife in Tennessee when one day she called to me
C/G      Am              F                    Am
"Virgil, quick come see! There goes Robert E. Lee"
     F            C                   Am                F
Now, I don't mind choppin' wood and I don't care if the money's no good
    Am                         F
You take what you need and you leave the rest
                C          Am             D
But they should never have taken the very best

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Am                C/G      F               Am
Like my father be-fore me, I will work the land
C/G         Am                F                Am
And like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand
       F              C
He was just eighteen, proud and brave
      Am              F
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
  Am                  F
I swear by the mud be-low my feet
          C                 Am                 D
You can't raise a Cain back up when he's in de-feat

(REPEAT CHORUS)