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Edited on Sat May-21-05 02:05 AM by RoyGBiv
One of my more enduring memories of my childhood is the song that begins with this line. I'm not entirely certain why. I must have been about seven or eight when I heard it and had it stick in my memory for the first time, which would have been six or seven years after it was first released. It was among the first 45s I purchased, and presently I own it in various forms and versions. I don't like the version by Joan Baez, but I still have it. My favorite is probably the version The Band did with Bob Dylan.
I've often wondered about the full story of the song. This is about the extent of what I've been able to find on the Internet:
All of the songs for the Brown Album were all either written or co-written by Robertson — some were started in Woodstock; a couple emerged from a trip Robertson and Simon took to Hawaii just before the pool house sessions; and a few were written once the group was in Hollywood. This month's Classic Track was started in Woodstock and completed in Hollywood. “I remember Robbie writing ‘The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down’ piece by piece,” Simon says. “He had a certain section, then another that wasn't finished, and he was sort of chipping away at it over a period of time. That was one of the ones he really didn't have together when we arrived at Sammy Davis Jr.'s. We also had a piano in the house in which we lived, and I remember him playing that song on the piano in the house before we got to recording it.”
As for the song's inspiration, Robertson told writer Rob Bowman, “I had the music in my head for ‘The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down’ and had no idea what the song was about. I was just humming it and playing these chords, and I liked the chord progression I'd come up with. At some point, blurted out of me. Then I went and I did some research and I wrote the lyrics to the song.”
When I spoke to Robertson more recently, he added, “It just seemed to fit in with the combination of flavors in the music and the time period we were dealing with at that time. It was like that record was in sepia tone or something. To this day, people ask me, ‘Whatever possessed you to write that song?’ And the answer is, I don't really know; it's the only thing I could think of at the time.” (Robertson says the group's resident Southerner, Levon Helm, nixed a verse about Abraham Lincoln. The song's Robert E. Lee reference — more appropriate to Virgil Caine's viewpoint — survived.)
But that doesn't tell me everything. I seem to recall reading somewhere that Robertson had a conversation with an elderly lady in Tennessee, which formed the basis of the thought process behind the lyrics and that the "research" that was conducted was actually a collection of memories of stories either Levon or Richardson had heard in various places in the South.
I could deconstruct the song and try to analyze it, but I don't like to do that. As it is, it just speaks to me, the deeper meaning coming out without any close examination of the lyrcis and tune.
I'm wondering what others think of it. Is it a progressive song in a Southern wrapper? Does it have something to say about the challenges Southerners face, elements that would be applicable to our current political, economic, and social climate?
The full lyrics, just because:
The Band---The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (J. Robbie Robertson)
Virgil Caine is my name and I served on the Danville train Til 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 was a night I remember oh so well.
Chorus: 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 nana...
Back with my wife in Tennessee when one day she called to me `Virgil, quick come see, there goes Robert E. Lee' Now I don't mind choppin' wood and I don't care if the money's no good Ya take what ya need and leave the rest, but they should never have taken the very best.
Chorus
Like my father before me I will work the land 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.
Chorus (twice)
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