#AmericanWriters
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto