| Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
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| Old times they are not forgotten
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| Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland
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| Sing it, fellas.
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| Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
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| In Dixieland
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| I’ll take my stand
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| To live and die in Dixie
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| For Dixieland I was born
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| Early Lord one frosty morn'
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| Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| His truth is marching on
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| So hush, little baby, don’t you cry
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| You know your daddy’s bound to die
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| But all my trials, Lord, soon be over
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| Glory, glory, hallelujah
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| His truth is marching on
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| His truth is marching on |