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I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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 went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
