Текст John Conlee – An American Trilogy
Текст:
How 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’ll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie
To live and die in Dixie
‘Cause Dixieland, that’s where I was born
Early, Lord, one frosty mornin’
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 was bound to die
And all, all my trials, Lord
They’ll soon be over
How I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland