This is the last song. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You've been a true delight. Virgil Cain is my name, and I drove on the Denver train. The Stonewall's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. In the winter of 65, we were hungry, just barely alive. I took the train to Richmond that fell. It was a time I remember oh so well. The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the bells were ringing. The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the people were singing. They went na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Back with my wife in Tennessee, and one day she said to me, Virgil, quick come see, there goes the Robert E. Lee. Now I don't mind them chopping wood, and I don't care if the money's no good. Just take what you need and leave the rest, but they should never have taken the very best. Follow the bouncing arm. The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the bells were ringing. The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the people were singing. They went na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Like my father before me, I'm a working man. And like my brother before me, I took a rebel's stand. For he was just eighteen, proud and brave, but a Yankee laid him in his grave. I swear by the blood below my feet, you can't raise a cane back up when it's in defeat. The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the bells were ringing. The night they drove old Dixie down, and all the people were singing. They went na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Thank you, thank you, thank you, and good night.