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been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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…
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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…
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
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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!
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