Away down South in the land of traitors
Rattlesnakes and alligators
Right away, come away, right away, come away.
Where cotton’s king and men are chattels
Union boys will win the battles.
Right away, come away, right away, come away. We’ll all go down to Dixie
Away, away
Each Dixie boy must understand that he must mind his Uncle Sam
Away, away, we’ll all go down to Dixie.
Away, away, we’ll all go down to Dixie.