Dixie

[THE ORIGINAL VERSION]

I wish I was in 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, Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray!

In Dixie land, I'll take my stand to lib and die in Dixie;

Away, away, away down south in Dixie,

Away, away, away down south in Dixie.

Old Missus marry Will-de-weaber,

Willium was a gay deceaber; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

But when he put his arms around 'er

He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber,

But dat did not seem to greab 'er;

Will run away, missus took a decline, O,

Her face was the color of bacon rhine, O.

While missus libbed, she libbed in clover,

When she died, she died all over; 

How could she act de foolish part,

 An' marry a man to break her heart?

Buckwheat cakes an' stony batter 

Makes you fat or a little fatter ; 

Here's a health to de next old missus,

An' all de galls dat want to kiss us.

Now if you want to drive way sorrow, 

Come and hear dis song tomorrow ; 

Den hoe it down an' scratch your grabble, 

To Dixie's land I'm bound to trabble.

~ Daniel Decatur Emmett