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'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie) For Dixieland, where I was born Early, Lord, one frosty morn 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 be over Glory, glory, hallelujah... His truth is marching on... His truth is marching on...