D.E.F.
Have cried for noone
You can call
You can call
To those who talk
And wish against me
You can call
You can call
Late in the evening when it gets dark
You can call
To those who say
They go unbeaten
You can fall
You can fall
To those who say
It's because they're weak
You can fall
You can fall
Late in the evening when it gets dark
You can fall
An American Trilogy
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 Dixieland, I was born
Early Lord 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, soon will be over
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on