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 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

Oft' 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 these 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 make 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'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 folks" 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 ole 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 folks" 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