Lyrics Medley: Harlem / Cold Baloney (Live) - Bill Withers

summer night in harlem
man it's really hot
well its too hot to sleep and too cold to eat
I don't care if I die or not
winter night in Harlem
oh old radiator won't get hot
and that mean old landlord
he don't care if I freeze to death or not
Saturday night in harlem
oh everything's alright
really swing and shake your pretty thing
hey the parties out of sight
sunday morning here in harlem
everybody's all dressed up
here folk's gettin in from the party
and the good folks just got up
crooked delegation wants big donation
to sent some jive preacher to the Holy Land
hey honey don't you give your money
to that lying cheatin man
repeat Saturday night, Sunday morning, and Crooked delegation.
I want tell bout harlem, harlem, harlem.
I want to tell bout cold baloney
and I'm home all by myself
just 5 years old and show is cold
mama cookin steak for someone else
show am sleepy but gonna wait
till mama comes
if the rich folks don't eat up all that good meat I believe she gonna bring me some
I wanna tell u bout harlem, harlem harlem harlem
I wanna tell bout cold baloney
may noise and bread
if it wasn't for cold baloney
don't u know I would have been dead
oh mama she sure is tired
she said what u eatin son
I'm eatin a baloney sandwich sure is looks good would u please fix your mama one