Deep In The Heart Of Harlem - Clyde McPhatter

A dog barking at the crack of dawn

A baby’s crying 'cause his mama’s gone

I toss and turn and then I stretch and yawn

Another morning, another day

In the heart of Harlem

I feel the tenement coming alive

Another working day I’ve gotta survive

Fighting the foreman from 8:30 till 5

To make a dollar so I can live

In the heart of Harlem

I pitch and kick and

Get my feelings hurt downtown

I’m just a little spoke

That helps the wheel go round

If I was rich, maybe I’d move away

Out to the country where my kids could play

But I can’t make it on my poor man’s pay

We gotta stay here, can’t get away

Get away from Harlem

If I was rich, maybe I’d move away

Out to the country where my kids could play

But I can’t make it on my poor man’s pay

We gotta stay here, can’t get away

Get away from Harlem

Deep, deep in the heart of Harlem

So deep, so deep, so deep

In the heart of Harlem