#AmericanWriters
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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…
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,