#AmericanWriters
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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