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been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
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,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
