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Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
