Escrita por Robbie
Robertson e Levon Helm, foi gravada em 1969 e lançada em 22 de
setembro de 1969 no compacto que tinha Up on Cripple Creek como Lado
A. Levon Helm fez os vocais. É uma canção em primeira pessoa que
relata seus problemas economicos e sociais, sendo ele um pobre homem
branco do sul dos Estados Unidos durante o ultimo ano da Guerra
Civil, quando George Stoneman estava pelo sul da Virginia. Joaz Baez
regravou-a e teve um hit em 1971.
Dixie é o nome aos
estados americanos que foram os Confederados. É o número 245 da
lista das 500 maiores canções de todos os tempos da revista Rolling
Stones. É uma das 500 cancões que deram forma ao rock and roll.
Levon Helm cantou e tocou bateria. Rick Danko tocou baixo e fez
backing vocals. Garth Hudson tocou trumpet e melodica. Richard Manuel
tocou piano e fez backing vocals. Robbie Robertson tocou violão.
Foi regravada por
Joan Baez, Johnny Cash, John Denver, Allman Brothers, Richie Havens,
Black Crowes, Jerry Garcia, entre outros artistas.
A letra:
Virgil Caine is the
name
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, 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, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"
Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
Said "Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes the Robert E. Lee!"
Now, I don't mind chopping 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
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"
Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand
He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Caine back up
When he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, 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, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"
Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
Said "Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes the Robert E. Lee!"
Now, I don't mind chopping 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
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"
Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand
He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Caine back up
When he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"
A versão da The
Band ao vivo:
A versão de Joan
Baez ao vivo:
A versão de Johnny
Cash:
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