An American Trilogy - Elvis Presley

Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton

Old times they are not forgotten

Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland

Sing it, fellas.

Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away

In Dixieland

I’ll take my stand

To live and die in Dixie

For Dixieland I was born

Early Lord one frosty morn'

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, soon be over

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching on

His truth is marching on