Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old towns, they're all not forgotten Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in Dixieland Away, away Dixieland, I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie For Dixieland's where I was born Early Lord, one frosty morning 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 will be over So hush, little baby, don't you cry You know your daddy's bound to die Glory, glory, hallelujah His truth is marching on His truth is marching on Thank you very much.
