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Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
