An American Trilogy
[Verse 1 - Dixie]
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there 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
Because Dixieland, that's where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morning
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

[Verse 2 - The Battle Hymn of the Republic]
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on

[Verse 3 - All My Trials]
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
You know your daddy's bound to die
But all my trials, Lord will soon be over

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