Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,

Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…

Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass

I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—

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

I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto

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 —

He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed

Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?