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

When I get to be a composer
I’m gonna write me some music abou
Daybreak in Alabama
And I’m gonna put the purtiest so
Rising out of the ground like a sw

Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter
And my throat
Is deep with song,
You do not think

Have you dug the spill
Of Sugar Hill?
Cast your gims
On this sepia thrill:
Brown sugar lassie,

Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment

Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak.
Don’t you 'member I told you abou
Way last week?
Landlord, landlord,

Only dumb guys fight.
If I wasn’t dumb
I wouldn’t be fightin’.
I could make six dollars a day
On the docks

I play it cool
I dig all jive.
That's the reason
I stay alive.
My motto

My name is Johnson—
Madam Alberta K.
The Madam stands for business.
I’m smart that way.
I had a

Being walkers with the dawn and mo
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness—