An American Trilogy

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



In 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

His truth is marching on!

His truth is marching on!