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 take my stand to live and die in dixie cause dixieland that s where i was born early lord one frosty morning look away look away look away dixieland glory glory hallelujah glory glory hallelujah glory glory hallelujah his truth is marching on so hush little children don t you cry you know your daddy s bound to die but all my trials lord soon be over1