The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Robertson, Robbie

Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train
‘Til Stoneman’s cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the winter of ’65, we were hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell
It’s a time I remember, oh so well

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, “La, la, la”

Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me
“Virgil, quick, come see, there go the 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

From the Diary of H. Windmill, Jr.

Dam’ it’s Tuesday nite deebate ‘n that pizza one is jes still ‘round.
Since I now Hate mundays hope this debate goes better.
Imagine two of them The Enmee agin’ the enmee,
What if that one runs against that one

He drifts off to a background song
harkening the day when the south was trying to win, coulda won, shoulda won….

This Sight Could Bring Ol’ Dixie Down
By The Ironix

Herman Cain is his name conducting the all 9s train
While mainstreams babblery came He kept up his loud refrain
So what if some over 65, Are hungry, just barely alive
Yet Texas Rick Can’t break his spell And all because he just Can’t speak all that well

This sight could bring ol’ Dixie down
What if there’s two blacks a runnin’
A blight to make the ol’ boys frown
Is a third party coming

They went baa, baa, baa…

Cain started life back in Tennessee, should sure know his place, can’t he see
Don’t mind for now if he’s doin’ good, and don’t care where his fundraisin’ stood
Just make sure that Perry can pass the test, Cause Herman Cain just can’t be our very best.

This sight could bring ol’ Dixie down
What if there’s two blacks a runnin’
A blight to make the ol’ boys frown
Is a third party coming
They went baa, baa, baa…