American Trilogy
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there 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)
For in Dixieland, 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
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on