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

(Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away)

In Dixieland, I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie

For Dixieland is 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

His truth is marching on

His truth is marching on

Thank you