Cifras para Guitarra The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

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Introducción:
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          Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
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          'Til Stoneman's Calvery came and tore up the tracks again.
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          In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.
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          By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,
        
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
        
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'.   They went
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La, La, La,     La, La, La,         La, La, La, La, La,       La, La, La,             La
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          Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me,
      
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          "Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!"
      
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          Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.
      
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          Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
                            
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          But they never should have taken the very best.
        
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all the bells were ringing,
        
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all the people were singin'.   They went
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          Like my father before me, I will work the land,
      
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          Like my brother abo--ve me, who took a rebel stand.
      
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          He was just eighteen, proud and brave,   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 Caine back up when he's in defeat.
Repete Refrão   (2x)
        
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
        
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'.   They went
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