#AmericanWriters
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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 was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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…