#AmericanWriters
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…
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind