Harlem on My Mind Songtext
von Ethel Waters
Harlem on My Mind Songtext
Emeralds in my bracelets, diamonds in my rings
A Riviera chateau and a lot of other things
And I′m blue, so blue am I
Lots of ready money in seven different banks
I counted up this morning, it was 'bout a million francs
And I′m blue, so blue and I know why
I've got Harlem on my mind
And I'm longin′ to be lowdown
And my, ′Parlez-vous' will not ring true
With Harlem on my mind
I′ve been dined and I've been wined
But I′m headin' for a showdown
′Cause I can't go on from night to dawn
With Harlem on my mind
I go to supper with a French Marquis
Each evening after the show
My lips begin to whisper, "Mon Cheri"
But my heart keeps singin', "Hi-de-ho"
I′ve become too damned refined
And at night, I hate to go down
To that high-falutin′ flat that Lady Mendel designed
With Harlem on my mind
I've got Harlem on my mind
And I′m longing to be lowdown
And my, 'Parlez-vous′ will not ring true
With Harlem on my mind
I've been dined and I′ve been wined
But sure as your born, I'm headin' for a showdown
′Cause I can′t go on from night to dawn
With Harlem on my mind
And when I'm bathing in my marble tub
Each evening after the show
I get to thinkin′ 'bout that Cotton Club
And my heart starts chirpin′, "Hi-de-ho", help me
I've been too damned refined
And at night, I hate to go down
To that flat with fifty million Frenchmen taggin′ behind
With Harlem on my mind
A Riviera chateau and a lot of other things
And I′m blue, so blue am I
Lots of ready money in seven different banks
I counted up this morning, it was 'bout a million francs
And I′m blue, so blue and I know why
I've got Harlem on my mind
And I'm longin′ to be lowdown
And my, ′Parlez-vous' will not ring true
With Harlem on my mind
I′ve been dined and I've been wined
But I′m headin' for a showdown
′Cause I can't go on from night to dawn
With Harlem on my mind
I go to supper with a French Marquis
Each evening after the show
My lips begin to whisper, "Mon Cheri"
But my heart keeps singin', "Hi-de-ho"
I′ve become too damned refined
And at night, I hate to go down
To that high-falutin′ flat that Lady Mendel designed
With Harlem on my mind
I've got Harlem on my mind
And I′m longing to be lowdown
And my, 'Parlez-vous′ will not ring true
With Harlem on my mind
I've been dined and I′ve been wined
But sure as your born, I'm headin' for a showdown
′Cause I can′t go on from night to dawn
With Harlem on my mind
And when I'm bathing in my marble tub
Each evening after the show
I get to thinkin′ 'bout that Cotton Club
And my heart starts chirpin′, "Hi-de-ho", help me
I've been too damned refined
And at night, I hate to go down
To that flat with fifty million Frenchmen taggin′ behind
With Harlem on my mind
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