
I wish I was in the land of cotton,
ol`times there are not forgotten,
look away, look away, look away
Dixie land
In dixie land where I was bornin
early on a frosty mornin
look away, look away, look away
Dixie land
Then I wish I was in Dixie,
Huray, huray - in Dixie land I´ll take my stand
to lib and die in Dixie
Huray, huray
to live down in Dixie
