An American Trilogy (Live)

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton

Old times, they are not forgotten

Look away, look away

Look away, look away, Dixieland (Sing it)

(Oh, I wish I was in Dixie) You are, you dodo

(Away, away)

(In Dixieland I’ll take my stand)

(To live and die in Dixie)

For Dixieland, where they were born

Early, Lord, one frosty morn

Yeah, look away, look away

Look away, Dixieland

Glory, glory, hallelujah, yeah, bah

Glory, glory, hallelujah, take it, Betty, go on

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching on

So hush, little baby

Don't you cry, shh

You know your daddy's, what?

Bound to die

(Oh-oh-oh)

But all my trials, Lord, thank goodness

Will soon be over

It’s too late

Glory, glory hallelujah

His truth is marching on

His truth is marching on

Thank you very much

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen

I'll tell what I'd like to do

Uh, now that you've got a chance to see us

I'd like to turn the house lights up so I can see you, because

Love us tender, ok, I will

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