paroles de chanson Underneath the Harlem Moon - Rhiannon Giddens
Creole
babies
walk
along
with
rhythm
in
their
thighs
Rhythm
in
their
hips
and
in
their
lips
and
in
their
eyes
Where
the
highbrows
find
the
kind
of
love
that
satisfies?
Underneath
the
Harlem
moon
We
don't
pick
no
cotton;
picking
cotton
is
taboo
We
don't
live
in
cabins
like
the
old
folks
used
to
do
Our
cabin
is
a
penthouse
up
on
St.
Nicholas
Avenue
Underneath
the
Harlem
moon
We
just
live
for
dancing
We're
never
blue
or
forlorn
Ain't
no
sin
to
laugh
and
grin
That's
why
we
schwaters
were
born
We
shout,
\"Hallelujah!\"
every
time
we're
feeling
low
And
every
sheik
is
dressed
up
like
a
Georgia
gigolo
White
folks
call
it
madness
but
I
call
it
hi-de-ho
Underneath
the
Harlem
moon
Once
we
wore
bandanas,
now
we
wear
Perusian
heads
Once
we
were
barefoot
now
we're
sporting
shoes
and
specs
Once
we
were
republicans
but
now
we're
democrats
Underneath
the
Harlem
moon
We
don't
pick
no
cotton;
picking
cotton
is
taboo
All
we
pick
is
numbers
and
that
include
you
white
folks
too
'Cause
if
we
hit,
we
pay
our
rent
on
any
avenue
Underneath
the
Harlem
moon
We
just
thrive
on
dancing
Why
be
blue
and
forlorn
We
just
laugh
and
grin,
ha!
Let
the
landlord
in
That's
why
house
rent
party's
were
born
We
also
drink
our
gin
up
on
Rita's
when
we're
feeling
low
Then
we're
ready
to
step
out
and
take
charge
on
any
so
and
so
Don't
stop
for
law,
no
traffic
wind,
we're
rearing
to
go
Underneath
the
Harlem
moon
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