Old Slave Gone to Rest
A poor old slave has gone to rest;
We know that he is free, oh free.
His bones they lie—disturb them not—
Way down in Tennessee.
(Optional call-and-response verses follow the same pattern.)
A poor old slave has gone to rest;
We know that he is free, oh free.
His bones they lie—disturb them not—
Way down in Tennessee.
(Optional call-and-response verses follow the same pattern.)
