#AmericanWriters
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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 was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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 say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why: