Oh I wish I was in the land of cottonOld times they are not forgottenLook away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, awayIn Dixieland I'll take my stand to live and die in DixieFor Dixieland, that's where I was bornEarly Lord one frosty morningLook away, look away, look away Dixieland
Glory, glory hallelujahGlory, glory hallelujahGlory, glory hallelujahHis truth is marching on
So hush little babyDon't you cryYou know your daddy's bound to dieBut all my trials, Lord, will soon be over
Glory, glory hallelujahHis truth is marching onHis truth is marching on