| When Charlie speaks of Lester
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| You know someone great has gone
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| The sweetest swinging music man
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| Had a Porkie Pig hat on
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| A bright star
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| In a dark age
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| When the bandstands had a thousand ways
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| Of refusing a black man admission
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| Black musician
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| In those days they put him in an
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| Underdog position
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| Cellars and chittlins'
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| When Lester took him a wife
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| Arm and arm went black and white
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| And some saw red
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| And drove them from their hotel bed
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| Love is never easy
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| It’s short of the hope we have for happiness
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| Bright and sweet
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| Love is never easy street!
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| Now we are black and white
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| Embracing out in the lunatic New York night
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| It’s very unlikely we’ll be driven out of town
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| Or be hung in a tree
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| That’s unlikely!
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| Tonight these crowds
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| Are happy and loud
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| Children are up dancing in the streets
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| In the sticky middle of the night
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| Summer serenade
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| Of taxi horns and fun arcades
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| Where right or wrong
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| Under neon
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| Every feeling goes on!
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| For you and me
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| The sidewalk is a history book
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| And a circus
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| Dangerous clowns
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| Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions
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| They have been handed
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| Day by day
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| Generations on down
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| We came up from the subway
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| On the music midnight makes
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| To Charlie’s bass and Lester’s saxophone
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| In taxi horns and brakes
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| Now Charlie’s down in Mexico
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| With the healers
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| So the sidewalk leads us with music
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| To two little dancers
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| Dancing outside a black bar
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| There’s a sign up on the awning
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| It says «Pork Pie Hat Bar»
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| And there’s black babies dancing…
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| Tonight! |