#AmericanWriters
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
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
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…
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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 play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…