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

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind

Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:

I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all

I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand

In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!

How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,

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