An American Trilogy Songtext
von Elvis Presley

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

"Sing it, fellow′"

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

For Dixieland, before I was born
Early Lord one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland


Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
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, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on