The Night They Drove old Dixie Down - Joan Baez, ukulele chords

Published: 2017-04-25 19:11
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

 G#m     B                        E                      G#m
Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train
 B                G#m                E                   G#m
ʼTil Stonewallʼs cavalry came, and tore up the tracks again.
 E                 B           G#m           E
In the winter of ʼ65, we were hungry, just barely alive.
 G#m                  E                         B        G#m
I took the train to Richmond, it fell, itʼs a time I remember,
       C#
oh so well,

    B          E               B
The night they drove old Dixie down,
            G#m
and all the bells were ringing,
    B          E               B
The night they drove old Dixie down,
        G#m
and the people were singinʼ. They went
 B               G#m  C#           E
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

G#m B G#m B x2 
B G#m

 G#m                   B               E                   G#m
Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she said to me
 B        G#m               E                    G#m
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E. Lee!"
 E                 G#m
Now I donʼt mindʼ choppinʼ wood,
        B                 G#m
and I donʼt care if the moneyʼs no good.
   E                      G#m
Ya take what ya need, and leave the rest,
                B          G#m             C#
but they should never have taken the very best.

    B          E               B
The night they drove old Dixie down,
           G#m
and all the bells were ringing,
    B          E               B
The night they drove old Dixie down,
         G#m
and the people were singinʼ. They went
 B               G#m  C#           E
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

G#m B G#m B x2 
B G#m

 G#m               B       E              G#m
Like my father before me, Iʼm a workinʼ man
 B                G#m      E               G#m
Like my brother above me, I took a rebel stand.
       E              G#m
He was just eighteen, proud and brave,
      B               G#m
but a Yankee laid him in his grave
  E                    G#m
I swear by the blood below my feet,
          B                   G#m                  C#
you canʼt raise the cane back up when itʼs in the seed.

    B          E               B
The night they drove old Dixie down,
            G#m
and all the bells were ringing,
    B          E               B
The night they drove old Dixie down,
        G#m
and the people were singinʼ. They went
 B               G#m  C#           E
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La