#Americans #Blacks
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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!
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
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…
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
