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Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
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…
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
