#AmericanWriters
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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 worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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!
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
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
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…
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a