I Wish I Was In Dixie's Land

I Wish I Was In Dixie’s Land Written by: Daniel D. Emmett for Bryant’s Minstresls G C 1. I wish I was in de land ob cot-ton, Old times dar am not for for-got-ten. G D G Look a-way, Look a-way! Look a-way! Dix-ie Land. G C In Dix-ie land whar I was born in, Ear-ly on one fros—ty morn-in. G D G Look a-way, Look a-way! Look a-way! Dix-ie land. Chorus: G C D G C Den I wish I was in Dix-ie, Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! In Dix-ie Land I’ll took my stand G D G D G D G 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. Chorus: 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. Chorus: 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. Chorus: 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. Chorus: