Harlem Blues

Album: Mo’ Better Blues

You can never tell what’s in a man’s mind
and if he’s from Harlem there’s no use of even trying
Just like the tot his mind comes and goes,
like march weather when he’ll change
Nobody knows, nobody knows
the man I love well he just turn me down
He’s a Harlem brown

Off’ times I wish that I were in this ground, six feet underground
He allows me as no other could no no
Then he surprises me leave me a note saying
He’s 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 move some hall maid who champ go out for a lark
Just to drive off this mean you note Harlem blues

You can have your Broadway give me Lenox Avenue
Angels from the sky stroll seventh of that
Things I do from Madame Walker’s beauty shops, to pro-system to
That may those girls angels without any doubt
There are songs for something Harlem well I’m taught, it’s sudden death
To let somebody see you even stop to get trouble breath
If you never been to Harlem then I guess you’ll never know,
how these mean note Harlem blues

I’ve this one sweet spot in Harlem known as Drivers’ Road, ditty folk song call ‘em
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 it 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 move some home maid who champ go out for a lark just to drive off,
this mean you note Harlem blues

I’ve this one sweet spot in Harlem known as Drivers’ Road, ditty folk song call ‘em
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 it Harlem blues
To put some music to my troubles and call it the Harlem blues
Harlem , the Harlem blues, Harlem , the Harlem blues