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Chickenbob · 26-30, M
Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie 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
Oh, 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 land where I was born in
Early on one frosty mornin'
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land
Old Missus marry Will, the weaver
William was a gay deceiver
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land
But when he put his arm around her
He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land
His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver
But that did not seem to grieve her
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land
In Dixie 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
Oh, 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 land where I was born in
Early on one frosty mornin'
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land
Old Missus marry Will, the weaver
William was a gay deceiver
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land
But when he put his arm around her
He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land
His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver
But that did not seem to grieve her
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land