I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times they 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.
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
Old Missus marry "Will-de-weaber," Willium was a gay deceaber; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
But when he put his arm around'er, He smiled as fierce as a forty-pound'er, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
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
Dar's buck-wheat cakes an 'Ingen' batter, Makes you fat or a little fatter; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Den hoe it down an scratch your grabble, To Dixie land I'm bound to trabble. Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
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