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(words & music by newbury)
Oh i wish i was in the land of cotton
Old things they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away dixieland
Oh i wish i was in dixie, away, away
In dixieland i take my stand to live and die in dixie
Cause dixieland, that's where i was born
Early lord one frosty morning
Look away, look away, look away dixieland
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
You know your daddy's bound to die
But all my trials, lord will soon be over
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