#AmericanWriters
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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!
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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…
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,