#AmericanWriters
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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—
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
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
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.…
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…
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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