Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,

Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.

The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know

I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,

Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,

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…

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…

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

When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…

Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,