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 in, Early on one frosty morning’; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
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Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray!
In Dixieland I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie;
Away, away, away down south in Dixie. [Repeat.]
There’s buckwheat cakes and Indian batter
Makes you fat, but that don’t matter;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
Then hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
To Dixieland I’m bound to travel,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.