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You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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 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
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
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be