an american trilogy

how 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

'cause dixieland

that's where i was born

early

lord

one frosty mornin'

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 was bound to die

and all

all my trials

lord

they'll soon be over

how i wish i was in the land of cotton

old times there are not forgotten

look away

look away

look away dixieland