Lyrics
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cottonOld things they are not forgotten Look away, look away, look away DixielandOh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, awayIn 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 DixielandGlory, glory hallelujahGlory, glory hallelujah Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching onSo hush little babyDon’t you cry You know your daddy’s bound to die But all my trials, Lord, will soon be overGlory, glory hallelujahHis truth is marching on His truth is marching on