Lyrics:

Oh I wish I was
In the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

[Singing fellows]

(Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie)

For Dixieland
That's where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morning
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

Glory, glory alleluia, lord
Glory, glory alleluia
Glory, glory alleluia
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 alleluia
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on

[Thank you, thank you very much; you're beautiful audience, thank you
Thank you; thank you very much ladies and gentlemen
I like to tell you that is truly fantastic being back to New York
You're really good audience, thank you
And now that you look at us I like to turn the lights of the house up
And take look at you
Nice to see you]