I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten.
Look away, look away,
Look away, Dixieland.
In Dixieland, where I was born,
Early on one forsty morning,
Look away, look away,
Look away, Dixieland.
I wish I was in Dixie,
Hurray, hurray.
In Dixieland, I'll take my stand,
To live and die in Dixie.
Away, away,
Away down south in Dixie.
