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 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 will soon be over

 

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

His truth is marching on