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I wish I was in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten.
Look away, book away, look away, Dixieland.
In Dixieland where I was born, early on one frosty monin’
Look away, book away, look away, Dixieland.
I wish I was in Dixie, Hurray! Hurray!
To live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie. |