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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…
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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!
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.