Harlem Blues

You can never tell what's in a man's mind
 and if he's from Harlem ain't no use of even trying
 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
 6 feet underground
 he idolized me as no other could then he surprised me leaving me a note saying he was gone for good
 and since my sweetie left me Harlem - well it aint 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 sky stroll 7th and for that thanks are due
 from Madame walkers beauty shop to the parole system too
 that made 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 guess you'll never know the power of these mean old harlem blues
 Ahh theres one sweet spot in Harlem known as strivers row
 ditty folks some call them
 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 them Harlem blues.
 And aince my sweetie left me Harlem... AND
 Ahh theres one sweet spot...