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The Cotton Club
He wipes the tables clean Picks up the dirty wears Take out the garbage Stock the fridge with beers Cleans the bath room And mops the floors Sweep outside on the sidewalks Before he the doors Sounds like a lot of work But he enjoys it everyday It’s the cotton club With great jazz music every day In this boarded up building On 142nd street and Lenox Avenue In the central of Harlem His dreams has come true In a sense it was segregated White folks patron the establishment And the black performers The will provide the entertainment And he heard the best musicians The likes of Duke Ellington, cab Callaway Nat king Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, count Basie Josephine baker, mea west, Billie holiday Some of the great performers he seen Many comes from all over everyday The cotton club is renowned worldwide It’s where the best black musicians play He thinks he is truly bless And in his heart it’s what he felt For just a poor Harlem boy The music is the soul of his wealth He remember it like yesterday But it was 5o years ago As he passes by the cotton club He can still hear the music inside the door He sits in the park watching his grandkids As they play in a yellow plastic sub And his mind wonders back as a kid In the Harlem cotton club
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