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(F)Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
(Bb)Old times there are (Ebdim)not forgotten
Look (F)away, look (Dm)away, look (C7)away Dixie-(F)land
Oh I (F)wish I was in (Bb)Dixie, (G)away, (C7)away
In (F)Dixieland I (Bb)take my stand to (F)live and die in (C7)Dixie
(F)'Cause Dixieland, where (F7)I was born
(Bb)Early Lord one (Ebdim)frosty morn
Look (F)away, look (Dm)away, look (C7)away Dixie-(F)land
(F)Glory, glory halle-(F7)lujah
(Bb)Glory, glory halle-(F)lujah
(F)Glory, (A7)glory halle-(Dm)lu-(Bb)jah
His (Gm)truth is (C7)marching (Dm)on (Bb)(Gm)(C7)(F)
So (F)hush little baby
Don't you (Cm)cry
(F)You know your daddy's (Dm)bound to (Bb)die
(F)But all (Dm)my (Gm)trials, Lord (C7)will soon be (F)over
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