#AmericanWriters
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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 got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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
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…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.