Dixie, also known as "Dixie's Land", and "I Wish I Was in Dixie", is a song that was popular in the Southern United States through the 20-th century. It originated in the ministrel shows of the 1850s and quicky became popular throughout the country. During the American Civil War it was adopted as a de facto national anthem of the Confederacy.

Countless lyrical variants of Dixie exist. The most popular variations originally described the mood of United States in the late 1850s towards growing abolitionist sentiment. The song presented the point of view, common to minstrelsy at the time, that slavery was overall a positive institution. This was accomplished through the song's protagonist who, in comic black dialect, implies that despite of his freedom he is homesick for the plantation of his birth.

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I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land whar’ 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, Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray!
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.

Old Missus marry Will-de-weaber,
Willium was a gay deceaber; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
But when he put his arm around ‘er
Smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaver,
But dat did not seem to greab ‘er;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Old Missus acted the 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 the next old Missus,
And all the 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 to-morrow,

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.