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    HARLEM BELLE

    Harlem

    here i am

    lounging at mabels

    plate of grits on the table

    lightly salted and buttered

    bacon and biscuits on the side

    now i am sho nuff proud

    of fighting for my country

    but truth be told

    right now

    all i want to do is hide

     

    dear president truman

    hello

    you dont know me

    but i am a mello fellow

    im ready to rejoin the army

    but before some german soldier

    harms me

    i would like you to take a moment or two

    this war i know is a mighty fine mess

    you cant undo

    but i would like to kiss my baby 

    one last time before i bid her adieu

     

    my sweet little lady

    her name is sadie

    and mr president she is so classy and fine

    and before  i am shipped back over

    i dont want to skip over

    sharing her kisses one last time

     

    last night i had a dream

    of three babies cryin

    madam zemelda dream book

    says that means its a time for dyin

    now i dont know if that true

    but just in case

    i played boxed and straight

    the number 232

     

    down on lenox avenue

    snow is falling

    at mintons and the 3 deuces

    the bandstands are bare

    but bird and miles  could be playin

    the room could be swayin

    but i wouldnt  really care

     

    just so you know mr president

    right now harlem is quiet

    aint no riots

    going on except the one in my heart

    i aint trying to be  contrary

    just feel its kinda necessary

    i need only 3 more days with my baby

    before i depart

     

    you see sir

    we fittin to get married

    i dont mean to sound harried

    but could you sent out a call

    to hitler and tell him

    for a few days stop his march

    i know what im asking is a sin

    being as though them bad men

    are smokin cigs under the french arch

     

    mr  truman

    im not assuming

    i know love is blooming

    way up here uptown

    and i dont want my baby to remember

    a letter stamped return to sender

    because her man aint no longer around

     

    now i want to live

    but im prepared to die

    for my country

    and colored folks liberty

    but can i at least insist

    on sharing with my baby

    one last kiss

    before i step back into that european  anarchy

     

    now mr president

    far as i can tell

    up here i aint neva seen 

    no wishing well

    fact is

    right now i wish  i had a 5th of muscatel

    because maybe if i was drinkin

    i wouldnt be thinkin

    of dyin before i have the chance

    to marry my harlem belle

     

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    • 29 April 2011
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