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—

You and your whole race.
Look down upon the town in which y
And be ashamed.
Look down upon white folks
And upon yourselves

It’s such a
Bore
Being always
Poor.

Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!
In a Harlem cabaret
Six long—headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl whose eyes are bold

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

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

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

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams

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