conlee, john
how i wish i was in the land of cotton
old times there are not forgotten
look away
look away dixieland
oh
i wish i was in dixie
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'
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
they'll soon be over