Dixie

I wish I was in the land of cotton,

Old times there are not forgotten,

Look away! Look away! Look away!

Dixie land.

In Dixie land where I was born,

Early on one frosty morning,

Look away! Look away! Look away!

Dixie land.

CHORUS:

Then I wish I was in Dixie,

Hooray! Hooray!

In Dixie land I’ll take my stand,

To live and die in Dixie;

Away, away, away down south in Dixie,

Away, away, away down south in Dixie.

There’s buckwheat cakes and Injun batter,

Makes you fat or a little fatter,

Look away! Look away! Look away!

Dixie land.

Then hoe it down and scratch your grabble,

To Dixie land I’m bound to travel,

Look away! Look away! Look away!

Dixie land.