Daniel D. Emmett

Daniel D. Emmett

I Wish I Was In Dixie's Land
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I Wish I Was In Dixie’s Land 
Written by: Daniel D. Emmett for Bryant’s Minstresls 


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1.  I wish I was in de land ob cot-ton, Old times dar am not for for-got-ten. 
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Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie Land. 
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In Dix-ie land whar I was born in, Ear-ly on one fros—ty morn-in. 
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Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie land. 
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Den I wish I was in Dix-ie, Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! In Dix-ie Land I’ll took my stand 
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To lib an die in Dix-ie. A-way, A-way, A-way down south in Dix-ie 

2.  Old Missus marry “Will-de-weaber”, William was a gay deceaber. 
Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie land. 
But when he put his arm around ‘er, He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder. 
Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie land. 
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3.  His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaber, But dat did not seem to grab ‘er. 
Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie land. 
Old Missus acted de foolish part, and died for a man dat broke her heart. 
Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie land. 
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4.  Now here’s a health to the next old Missus, An all de gals dat want to kiss us. 
Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie land. 
But if  you want to drive ‘way sorrow, Com and hear dis song to-morrow. 
Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie land. 
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5.  Dar’s buck-wheat cakes in ingen’ batter, Make you fat or a little fatter. 
Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie land. 
Den hoe it down an scratch your grabble, To Dixie’s Land I’m bound to trabble. 
Look a-way, Look a-way! Look  a-way! Dix-ie land. 
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