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
In Dixieland where I was born
Early on 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
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

If livin' was a thing that money could buy
You know the rich and the poor would surely die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over