#AmericanWriters
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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…