An 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

(background singers)

Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away

In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

For in Dixieland, 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