(words & music by Newbury)
 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