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 morning,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land.
Then I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land, I take my stand
To live and die in Dixie;
Away, away, away down south in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
There's buck-wheat cakes and Ingen batter,
Makes you fat, or a little fatter,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land.
Then I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land, I take my stand
To live and die in Dixie;
Away, away, away down south in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
Source: U.S. Army Song Book, 1918