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 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 His truth is marching on His truth is marching on