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Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
