Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton 
Old things they are not forgotten 
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland 
Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away 
In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie 
Cause Dixieland, that'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 [bad word] is marching on 

So hush little baby 
Don't you cry 
You know your daddy's bound to die 
But all my trials, Lord will soon be over 

Glory, glory hallelujah 
Glory, glory hallelujah 
Glory, glory hallelujah 
His [bad word] is marching on 
His [bad word] is marching on