#AmericanWriters
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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 got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams