Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton 
Old times 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