American Trilogy
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there 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
For
Dixieland, that's 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
