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My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…