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She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind