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You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise