#AmericanWriters
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —