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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


He was looking for a place to hide

Up on Cripple Creek

Where she sends me

To Dance

The Last Waltz


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



And we all sang



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