Oh I wish I was
in the land of cotton
old times they are
not forgotten
Look away
Look away
Look away
Dixieland
Sing it, fellas
Oh I wish I was in Dixie
away away
In Dixieland I take my stand
to live and die in Dixie
For Dixieland
that's where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morn
Look away
Look away
Look away, Dixieland
Glory Glory
Hallelujah
Glory Glory
Hallelujah
Glory Glory
His truth is marching on
Hallelujah
So hush little baby
don't you cry
You know your daddy's
Bound to die
But all my trials Lord
soon'll be over
Glory Glory
Hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on
