You can never tell what's in a man's mind And if he's from Harlem, there's no use of even tryin' Just like the tide, his mind comes and goes Like March weather, when he'll change Nobody knows, nobody knows
The man I love, well, he just turned me down, he's a Harlem brown Oftimes I wish that I were in this ground, six feet underground He idolized me, as no other could, no, no Then he surprised me, leavin' me a note sayin' he's gone for good Gone for good...
And since my sweetie left me, Harlem, well, it ain't the same old place Though a thousand dandies smile right in my face I think I'll mooch some homemade hooch and go out for a lark Just to drive off these mean ole Harlem Blues
You can have your Broadway, give me Lennox Avenue Angels from the skies stroll 7th and for that thanks are due From Madam Walker's beauty shops to the pro-ro system, too That made those girls angels without any doubt
There are some spots up in Harlem where I'm told it's sudden death To let somebody see you even stop to catch your breath If you've never been to Harlem, then I guess you'll never know The power of these mean ole Harlem blues
Ah, there's one sweet spot in Harlem known as Striver's Row 'Diddy folks come call them, one thing you should know Is that I have a friend who lives there I know he won't refuse To put some music to my troubles and call 'em Harlem blues
And since my sweetie left me, Harlem, well, it ain't the same old place Though a thousand dandies smile right in my face I think I'll mooch some homemade hooch and go out for a lark Just to drive off these mean ole Harlem Blues
Ah, there's one sweet spot in Harlem known as Striver's Row 'Diddy folks come call them, one thing you should know Is that I have a friend who lives there I know he won't refuse To put some music to my troubles and call 'em Harlem blues To put some music to my troubles and call them the Harlem blues
Harlem, the Harlem blues, Harlem, the Harlem bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
