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Paroles : Harlem Blues

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
Oftentimes I wish that I were in this ground
Six feet underground
He idolized me as no other could, Lord
Then he surprised me, leaving me a note sayin' 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'll mooch some homemade hooch and go out for a lark
Just to drive off these mean old Harlem blues

You can have your Broadway, give me Lenox Avenue
Angels from the skies stroll 7th and for that, thanks are due
From Madam Walker's beauty shops to the Pro-Ro System 2
Then made those girls angels without any doubt