Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:

Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.

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

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…

To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening

My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a

I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,

I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.