Oh I wish I was in the land of cottonOld things they are not forgottenLook away, look away, look away DixielandOh I wish I was in Dixie, away, awayIn Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in DixieCause Dixieland, that's where I was bornEarly Lord one frosty morningLook away, look away, look away Dixieland

Glory, glory hallelujahGlory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujahHis truth is marching on

So hush little babyDon't you cryYou know your daddy's bound to dieBut all my trials, Lord will soon be over