I was a miner. I was a docker. I was a railway man. Between the wars. I raised a family. In times of austerity. With sweat at the foundry. Between the wars.
I have a letter from her. When she worked for the "woman's realm". And all the things she promised me. She promised herself as well. . She said, "I want my freedom".
Sometimes I think I'm gonna lose my mind. But it don't look like I ever do. I've loved so many people everywhere I went. Some too much, and others not enough.
Gonna tell all you fascists you may be surprised. People all over this world are getting organized. You're bound to lose you fascists are bound to lose.
I'm gonna tell all you fascists, you may be surprised. People all over this world are getting organized. You're bound to lose. You fascists are bound to lose.
I've always been impressed with a girl. Who could sing for her supper and get breakfast as well. That's the way I am, heaven help me. He said, we don't like peace campaigners 'round here.
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall. On our stomachs, our hearts, or our heads. And Rome never heeds when we call. . Her sentries pass on "that is all".
You and I are victims of a love. That lost a lot in the translation. When I think of all the time that I spent. Sitting on the edge of your bed in anticipation.
Paul Robeson, he's the man. That faced the Ku Klux Klan. On hollow grove's golfing ground. His words come sounding. . And all around him there. To jump and clap and cheer.
My flying saucer, where can you be. Since that sad night that you sailed away from me?. My flying saucer, I pray this night. You will sail back before the day gets bright.
If the folks next door to me weren't so good. I'd do all the mean things anybody could. I'd drink and I'd gamble and I'd louse around. I'd be the meanest man in this whole town.
Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman. Let's go make a picture. On the island of Stromboli. Ingrid Bergman. . Ingrid Bergman, you're so pretty. You'd make any mountain quiver.
I was born at half past twelve, almost one in the morning. I was born at half past one, almost two in the morning. Now my birthday comes again and I don't know how old I am.
I guess I planted some long lonesome seed of a song. Way down inside me long ago. And now I can't remember when it was. But it joined up with the rest of them and grows.
I lived in a place called Okfuskee. And I had a little girl in a holler tree. I said, little girl, it's plain to see. Ain't nobody that can sing like me.
Last night or the night before that. I won't say which night. A seaman friend of mine. I'll not say which seaman. Walked up to a big old building. I won't say which building.
To the rich man's bright lodges. I ride in this wind. On my good horse, I call you. My shiny black Bess. . To the playhouse of fortune. To take the bright silver.
I done spent my last three cents. Mailing my letter to the president. I didn't make a show, I didn't make a dent. So I'm swinging over to this independent gent.
Ten hundred books could I write you about her. Cause I felt if I could know her. I would know all women. . And they've not been any too well known. For brains and planning and organized thinking.
I'm a porter and a night clerk at the old Hot Rod Hotel. I clean and scrub the lobby down and thirty-one rooms as well. I wax and shine their boots and shoes.