#AmericanWriters
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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
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
