AKA: Dixie, Dixie Land
Type: Minstrel Song, Camp Song, Regional Ballad
Origin: 1850s, Virginia, USA
Well 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 early on one frosty mornin'
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land
I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
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
Well missus Mary, Will the Weaver, William was a gay deceiver, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land
But when he put his arm around her, smiled as fierce as a forty pounder
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land
I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
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
Well his face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver, but that did not seem to bereave her
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land
Well missus Anne, the foolish sort, died for a man that broke her heart
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land
I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
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
They've buckwheat cakes and injun batter makes your fat a little fatter
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land
So hoe it down and scratch your gravel to Dixie's land I'm bound to travel
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land
I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
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
