Way 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 find his Uncle Sam. Away, away, we'll all go down to Dixie.