Harlem Blues (Acapulco Version)

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Harlem Blues (Album Version) - Cynda Williams/Branford Marsalis Quartet/Terence Blanchard

Lyricist:W.C. Handy

Composer:W.C. Handy

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 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

Off' times I wish that I were in this ground

Six feet underground

He idolized me as no other could

No no

Then he surprised me leaving 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'll mooch some homemade

Hooch and go out for a lark

Just to drive off this mean ole Harlem blues

You can have your Broadway give me Lenox Avenue

Angels from the sky stroll 7th and for that thanks are due

From Madame Walker's beauty shops

To Poro System too

That may those girls angels without any doubt

There are some spots up in Harlem

Were 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'll guess you'll never know

The power of these mean ole Harlem blues

Ah there's one sweet spot in Harlem known as Strivers' Row

Dicty folk some 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 '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

Mean ole Harlem blues

Ah there's one sweet spot in Harlem known as Strivers' Row

Dicty folk some 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 'em Harlem blues

To put some music to my troubles

And call them

The Harlem blues

Harlem

The

Harlem blues

Harlem

The

Harlem blues

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