#AmericanWriters
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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 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
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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
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 —
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.