Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old things 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 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

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An American Trilogy
Elvis Presley