Dixie’s Land.
Dixie’s Land.
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I wish I was in de land ob cotton.
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie land. In Dixie land whar
I was born in.
Early on one frosty mornin’,
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie land.
Chorus
Den I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie land I’ll took my stand,
To lib and die in Dixie,
Asay, away- Away down south in
Dixle, Anny, away- Away down south in Dixie.
Old tissus marry “Will de weaber.”
Willum was a gay deceaber: Look away! etc.
But when he put his arm around ‘er.
He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder, Look away! etc.
Chorus.
His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaber,
Fut soon after he old leave’er;
Look away! etc.
Old missus acted de foolish part.
And died for a inan dat broke her heart,
Look away! etc.
Chorus,
Now here’s a health to the next old missus, A
nd all de pais dat want to kiss us:
Look away! etc.
But if you want to drive ‘way sorrow.
Come and hear dis song tomorrow,
Look away! etc.
Chorus,
Dar’s buckwheat cakes and Injun batter.
Makes you fat or a little fatter:
Look away! etc.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble, T
o Dixle land I’m bound to trabble, Chorus
Look away! etc.
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