#Americans #Blacks
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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 a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
