Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!

Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:

When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de

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

Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt

Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody

The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down

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…

Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored