I wish I was in the land of cotton,

Old times there are not forgotten;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

In Dixie’s Land where I was born in,

Early on one frosty mornin,

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.





I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!

In Dixie’s 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 the weaver,”

Willium was a gay deceiver;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

And when he put his arm around ‘er,

He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.





I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!

In Dixie’s 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 that did not seem to grieve ‘er

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

Ole Missus acted the foolish part

She died for a man that broke her heart

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.







