  I. I wish I wuz in de land ob cotton, Ole times dar am not forgotten; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie land. In Dixie land whar I wuz born in, Early on one frosty mornin’; Look away! look away! look away! Dixie land. CHORUS. Den I wish I were in Dixie, hooray! hooray! In Dixie land I’ll took my stand To lib and die in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie. II. Dar’s buckwheat cakes and Ingen batter, Makes you fat or a little fatter; Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble, To Dixie land I’m bound to trabble. |
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