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Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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
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 worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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…
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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 would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams