Civil War Music. 2nd South Carolina String Band

Sometimes t’ings jus’ go all wrong;
Cotton grow short instead of long.
Whutcha gonna do f’it don’ rain at all?
T’ings grow short instead of tall.

I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten;
Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie’s Land!
In Dixie’s Land where I was born in,
Early on one frosty morning,
Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie’s Land!

We are a band of brothers and native to the soil
Fighting for our Liberty, With treasure, blood and toil
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!

I came down to town de udder night,
I hear de noise, den saw de fight,
De watchman was a runnin’ ‘roun’
Cryin’ ”Old Dan Tucker’s come to town”!