2013 Project 365 - MyLeroyPhotography

And nothing makes the fields sparkle like the autumn, evening light. No wonder the Confederate soldiers sang of it as they longed for their southern home:

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

There's buck-wheat cakes and injun batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel,
To Dixie land I'm bound to travel.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land

[CHORUS]
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.

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