• How bout some Injun Butter

    From FirstName LastName@21:1/5 to All on Sun Oct 29 08:32:54 2017
    How bout some Injun Butter, but stay away from that Gay Deceiver.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUjLE_N1Cuc

    I wish I was in the land of cotton,

    Old times there are not forgotten;

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

    In Dixie’s Land where I was born in,

    Early on one frosty mornin,

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.




    I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!

    In Dixie’s 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.




    Old Missus marry “Will the weaver,”

    Willium was a gay deceiver;

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

    And when he put his arm around ‘er,

    He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.




    I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!

    In Dixie’s 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.




    His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaver

    But that did not seem to grieve ‘er

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

    Ole Missus acted the foolish part

    She died for a man that broke her heart

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.









    I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!

    In Dixie’s 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.




    Now here’s to the health to the next ole Missus

    An’ all the gals that want to kiss us;

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land

    And if you want to drive away sorrow

    Come and hear our song tomorrow

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.




    I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!

    In Dixie’s 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.




    Dar’s buckwheat cakes an Injun batter,

    Makes your fat a little fatter;

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

    Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel,

    To Dixie’s Land I’m bound to travel.

    Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.




    I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!

    In Dixie’s 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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