The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

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.

Back with my wife in Tennessee.

When one day she called to me.

‘Virgil, quick, come see.

There goes Robert E. Lee!’

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