I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away to Dixie Land
I was Yankee born and Southern raised
I'll be a rebel all my days
Look away, oh 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 for Dixie
Away, away, away down south in Dixie
Oh beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain
America, America
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
Oh beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice
For man's avail
Men lavished precious life
America, America
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free