(words & music by newbury) Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton Old things 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
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