Dixieland

Dixieland
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland I’ll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie

For Dixieland is where I was born
Early Lord, one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
So hush, little baby, don’t you cry
You know your Daddy’s bound to die
But all my trials, Lord, soon be over
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on