AN AMERICAN TRILOGY
By Elvis Presley

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'll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie

For in Dixieland, I was born
Early on one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

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

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





















Tailormaid
January 2002