'Long About Midnight lyrics |
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Just take a look at Harlem after sundown, Any time you choose; It's hard to find the people feeling run-down; There's no time for blues. If you don't know just what to really do Just take a walk along the avenue; You'll hear the sounds come a-floatin' through Along about midnight. |
They close the windows and they dim the light To hide their doings from a stranger's sight; Everything is going right, 'Long about midnight. Pianos tinkle, and the couples sway, Taking the pleasures they find, |
They don't care how they live by day, Why not leave trouble behind? They're not pretending like the hoy-falloy; They really mean it; it's the real McCoy. They turn an ounce of booze into a pound of joy, 'Long about midnight! |
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