#AmericanWriters
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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 worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
'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,
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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!