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Carried lonely up the aisle In a box without a smile, Resting near the altar where Folks pass by and stare— If I was alive I’d say, I don’t give a damn Being this-a way!But I would give a damn.
The graveyard is the Cheapest boarding house: Some of these days We’ll all board there. Rich and poor Alike will share. The graveyard is the Cheapest boarding house. But me—if I can Hang on here, I ain’t gonna Go out…
When you turn the cornerAnd you run into yourselfThen you know that know that you have turnedAll the corners that are left.
HarlemSent him homein a long box—Too deadTo know why: The lickerWas lye.
Play the St. Louis BluesFor me when I die.I want some fine musicUp there in the sky. Sing the St. James InfirmaryWhen you let me down—Cause there ain’t a good manLike me left around.
Some pimps wear summer hatsInto late fallSince the money that comes inWon’t cover it all—Suit, overcoat, shoes—And hat, too! Got to neglect something,So what would you do?
Late at nightWhen the wine’s gone to your headAnd the songs on the juke boxGet shorter and shorter,Baby, say when. But babyDoesn’t say when. SuddenlyIt’s time to go. Where? The man is there!
Monroe’s fell on evil days—His woman and his friend is dead.Monroe’s fell on evil days,Can’t hardly get his bread. Monroe sings a little blues,His little blues is sad.Monroe sings a little blues—My woman and my friend is dead.
I put my nickelIn the raffle of the night.Somehow that raffleDidn’t turn out right. I lost my nickel.I lost my time.I got back homeWithout a dime. When I dropped that nickelIn the subway slot,I wouldn’t have dropped it,Knowing what I…
Could be Hastings Street,Or Lenox Avenue,Could be 18th & VineAnd still be true. Could be 5th & Mound,Could be Rampart:When you pawned my watchYou pawned my heart. Could be you love me,Could be that you don’t.Might be that you’ll come…