#AmericanWriters
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
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
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...