An American Trilogy piano leadsheet with chords

How I wish I was in the land of cotton,

old things they are not forgotten,

look away, look away, look away,

Dixieland. Oh, I wish I

was in Dixie, away, away, in Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie.

'Cause Dixieland, that's where I was born early,

Lord, one frosty morning, look away,

look away, look away,

Dixieland. Glory, glory, hallelujah,

glory, glory, hallelujah.

Glory, glory, hallelujah,

His truth is marching on.

So hush, little children, don't you cry.

You know your daddy's bound to die.

But all my trials, Lord,

soon be over.