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'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie
For Dixieland, it's where I was born
Early Lord, one frosty morn'
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

Glory, glory hallelujah
Holy 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, soon be over

Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on

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Writer(s): Don Reedman, Nick Patrick, Robin Smith