American Trilogy

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old things there are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land

Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie

Cause Dixie Land where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land

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
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on

His truth is marching on