An American Trilogy

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.

For in Dixieland, that's 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 children, don't you cry.

You know your daddy's bound to die.

But all my trials, Lord, will soon be over.