Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—

Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody

I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,

Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored

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.

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

When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left