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...