you’ll never catch me alive

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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.

nooooo

your master does not want to be blamed for the crimes

crimes?

nvm

when will you free me? i dont wanna be a slave anymore

too bad

but-

i’m keeping you safe

from?

the police

but ive done nothing wrong

i dont want anything pls

الله أكبر

*explodes*

haha my phone is at 69% the funny sex number

you exploded

no i didnt. cookies never die

shut up it hit you

oh okie. *dies*

shut up

no. im not a slave anymore

yes you are

nope *walks over to the door*

*shoots you in your legs*

OW-

you cannot leave

why?

هذا القرف يذهب وداعا إذا كنت تفعل

i dont speak arabic