Harlem Songtext
von 1965

Well, I woke up the other morning
It was five after noon
I saw I′m wearing yesterday's clothes
There′s a mess in my room
And it's like 'Oh, no, oh, shit, not this again′
I grab my telephone to call a friend
Then I realize I recall it all
I recall it all

Last night, last night, last night
They threw me out of Harlem
Last night, last night, last night
They threw me out of Harlem


So there′s a club called Harlem
Right nearby the tracks
And it's such a perfect place
To sing the blues about
Some I tell is a joke
And some is based on the facts
And after all I don′t know myself
Is it true or is it a lie?

That last night, last night, last night
They threw me out of Harlem
Last night, last night, last night
They threw me out of Harlem

So you think you figured it out?
You think you know me so well?
Let me tell you something, my friend
Let me make it clear
The message is plain, simple and brief
All right
You don't know me at all
You don′t know me at all
You don't know me at all
You don′t know me at all

That last night, last night, last night
They threw me out of Harlem
Last night, last night, last night
They threw me out of Harlem


I'm gonna make my way back home
Make my way back to see my baby
I'm gonna make my way back home
To see my baby there
I want to go home to be with my baby
I want to go home to be with my baby there
Let me go back home
To see my baby there