The night they drove old Dixie down
I was painting my masterpiece
To Dick Clark who was at the Helm
I told him to
Take the load off
The Weight
But,
He was looking for a place to hide
Up on Cripple Creek
Where she sends me
To Dance
The Last Waltz
But
Slippin and slidin
Like a Drunkard's dream
If I ever did see one
But then
Dick said to Levon
For Now
So long
Then everyone wore
A long black veil
And stood on
The American
Band
Stand
And we all sang
Ophelia
