An American Trilogy

Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland
Sing it, fellas.
Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland
I’ll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie
For Dixieland 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, soon be over
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on