#AmericanWriters
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
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 dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,