Dixie’s Land

I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. In Dixie Land whar’ I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin’, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. CHORUS: Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! 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 Smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. CHORUS: Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! 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. His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaver, But dat did not seem to greab ’er; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Old Missus acted the foolish part, And died for a man dat broke her hear