Sunday respite ‘The Night they drove old Dixie down’

The purge of any remnant of our history begins. The media, in a psychotic frenzy this week demonstrated their ability as the propaganda arm of the regime. The burning shall begin. “Gone with the Wind” soon to be banned. A few more as demonstrations of the absurdity of the week. Oh yes, and the “Right” is more dangerous than ISIS. But that is what this really is about. In today’s world the flag represents little about racism but rather represents a culture and way of life and independence that Progressives hate. No Sunday respite really this week. But I will enjoy this song anyway.

Sen. Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.), the majority leader, said Tuesday that a statue of Confederate president Jefferson Davis should be removed from the U.S. Capitol Rotunda, where it sits just feet from a statue of Abraham Lincoln, whose election spurred the South’s secession.

Washington National Cathedral’s dean said Thursday that the prominent church needs to remove two stained-glass windows honoring Confederate generals Stonewall Jackson and Robert E. Lee — and depicting Confederate flags, images that he said were installed with “good and noble” intentions but have no place in 2015 as the country faces intense racial tensions and violence.

National Park Service Director Jonathan B. Jarvis said Thursday that “stand-alone depictions of Confederate flags have no place in park stores,” a local affiliate reported.

This is a song about a confederate soldier named Virgil Caine and his days in the American Civil War. It is a very emotional and haunting narrative .

 

 

Virgil Caine is the 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 tenth, 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, “La, la, la”

Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me

“Virgil, quick, come see, there go the 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 ya 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, “La, la, la”

Like my father before me, I will work the land

And like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand

He was just eighteen, 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, 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, na”