#AmericanWriters
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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,
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.
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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 worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,