#AmericanWriters
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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 could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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 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…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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