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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 Glory, glory, Hallelujah His truth is marching on His truth is marching on