The Poor Old Slave

The poor old slave has gone to rest
We know that he is free
His bones, they lie, disturb them not
Way down in Tennessee

(Faster)

The pee-oor old slee-ave has gee-awn to ree-est
We knee-ow that hee-o is free, oh, free, free
His bee-ones, they lee-i, disturb them nee-ot
Way dee-own in Tee-en-e-see, oh, see, see

(Faster)

The pickity-pack-poor old slickity-slack-slave has gickity-gack-gone to rickety-rack-rest
We knickity-knack-know that hickity-hack-he, is free, oh, free, free
His bickity-back-bones, they lickity-lack-lie, disturb them knickity-knack-not
Way dickity-dack-down in tickity-tack-Tennessee, oh, see, see