丹尼爾’’凱’’’米’
 (DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT)

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Dixie

1859’’’丹尼爾’’凱’’’米’(1815’1904)’’忙忙’’’’’’’’詞’曲’’米’’’’’生’’亥’’’’’’’’’’’’’爲’’布賴’’化裝黑’樂隊’’而’’’把它’爲’個“’’’’”’目’’由’個面貌’’’’唱’Ⅸ’’’邊唱邊跳’’’’’’’’音樂’目’’支’原’’’目’’’我’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’快’風’’’’’’’’化裝黑’’’團’’目’’而’’’國’’著’方戰’情緒高漲’’方’採用’支’’爲’們’’’’’把’們那個’區’’’’’’國’’’’’’’原’’’詞’’’’’’’’’梅森’’’森’’邊’’們’快’給它換’’戰’’詞’’方不’’’’’’’給’方’’’’’’還’’’’職’’’’’曲之’’’’方把它’成’’給’方’’’’’’’’成爲邦’’隊’戰’’邦’’統傑斐遜’戴維斯’職’’’’支’曲’’米’還’’’首’’老丹’塔’’’’’’’1843’最風’’’’

’’我’身’棉田裏’
那裏’’’難忘’’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’
’’個’’’凌晨’
我’降生’’’’’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’

(’唱)
’’我身’’’’’’歲’’歲’
我’立足’’’’
生’永’’’’’
走’’走’’走’’方’’’’’
走’’走’’走’’方’’’’’

老’’嫁給“織’’’”’
’’’個’蕩’’’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’
’’當’’’’’’’
’’’像’’’’’’樣’獰’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’

’’’’像’’’樣’’’
’’’’’’有’’傷心’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’
老’’扮’’’個傻角’’
爲’個傷’心’’而’’’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’

’’讓我們爲’’’老’’
’’有’’我們’’’’健’乾’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’
’’’’’走’傷’
’天’’聽’支’’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’

那’有’麥餅’’’’餅’’
’’’’’’’變’’’’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’
’’’’’扒’’石’’
我’’’’’’’’’’
’喲’’喲’’’’’’’

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I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land
In Dixie Land where I was born in
Early on one frosty mornin'
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land.

CHORUS:
Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand,
To lib and die in Dixie,
Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie.
 Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie.

Old Missus marry "Will-de-weaber,"
Willyum was a gay deceber,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land
But when he put his arm around her,
He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land.

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber,
But dat did not seem to grieb 'er,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land
Old Missus acted de foolish part,
And died for a man dat broke her heart.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land.

Now here's a health to de next old Missus,
An' all de gals dat want to kiss us;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land
But if you want to drive 'way sorrow,
Come and hear dis song tomorrow.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land.

Dar's buckwheat cakes an' Injun batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
To Dixie's land I'm bound to trabble.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land
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