American Trilogy (Live)

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton

Old times, they are not forgotten

Look away, look away (What!), look away, Dixieland

Sing it, fellas, you're on your own now

(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 soon be over

(Glory, glory, hallelujah)

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching on

His truth is marching on

Thank you, thank you very much, you're great

You're a great audience

Now that you've seen us

I'd like to turn the house lights up so I can take a look at you, woo

Hello, out there, it's a big place, man

You're beautiful, thank you very much