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Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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 know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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 —
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass