Dixie

Dixie

Well 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 in,

Early on one frosty mornin'!

Look away! Look away!

Look away! Dixie Land!

And 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 Indian batter,

Makes you fat

Or a little bit fatter;

Look away! Look away!

Look away! Dixie Land!

Then you hoe it down

And scratch your gravel,

To Dixie’s Land I’m bound to travel.

Look away! Look away!

Look away! Dixie Land!