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Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…