Your interpretation of what the song originally intended is almost amusing. The original lyrics were hard to find but I went back and included them in the story. Most of the minstrel songs painted a pleasant version of slavery that none but the fictional slave in the song would recognize. Here are the original lyrics.

I wish I was in de lan’ ob cotton;

Ole times dar am not forgotten —

In Dixie lan’ where I was bawn in,

Early orn ne frosty mawin.’

I wish I was in Dixie — Away! away!

In Dixie Lan’ I’ll take my stan’,

To lib an’ die in Dixie.

Away! away! away down souph in Dixie!

Away! away! away down souph in Dixie!

In Dixie lan’ de darkies grow,

Ef white fo’kes only plants der toe;

Dey wet de groun’ wid’ ’backer smoke,

An’ up de darkey’s head will poke.

I wish I was in Dixie, etc.

’Dey hoe an’ rake and dig de lan’

An’ plant de cotton seed by han’;

When master’s gone dey down will sit,

De young folks dey git up an’ git.

I wish I was in Dixie, etc.

You court de gals right on de squar’

An’ smoove de wool in deir curly hair;

Dey am not drunk, dey am not sober —

Dey try to faint, but dey fall cl’ar ober.

I wish I was in Dixie, etc.

Ole Missis marry Will, de weaber;

William was a gay deceaber;

When he put is arm aroun’ ’er,

He looks as fierce as a forty-poun’er.

I wish I was in Dixie, etc.

When Missis libbed she libbed in clobber;

When she died she died all ober.

Here’s a health to the nex’ old Missis,

An’ all de gals dat want to kiss us.

I wish I was in Dixie, etc.