American Trilogy Songtext
von Broers

Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
All things that are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away to Dixie land
Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixie land I′ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie
In Dixie land, that's where I was born
Oh Lord, one frosty morning
Look away, look away, look away Dixie land


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

So hush little baby, don′t you cry
You know your Daddy's bound to die
And all my trials will soon be over

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