#AmericanWriters
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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
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,
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!