Various Artists - Angels In Harlem - Doctor Clayton Lyrics
I know Harlem can't be heaven'Cause New York is right down here on earthI know Harlem can't be heavenNew York is right down here on earthBut it's headquarters for brown-skinned angelsFrom ev'rywhere else in this worldI feel sorry for policmenThe Doctor walk a Halem beatYes, I feel for policemenThe Doctor walk a Harlem beatThe po' man can't keep his mind on his businessWit' all them angels on the streetPlain lookin' women live out in the country'Cause folks just don't want 'em 'roundPlain lookin' women live out in the country'Cause nobody just don't want 'em 'roundWhen ya find a ugly woman, livin' in HarlemShe's either rich or from some other town'Play the blues, John Davis!'(piano & bass)'That's what I'm talkin' bout''Ah, that's what I mean!''Oh, look at ya, look at ya!''Come here landlady, look what this man done!'I know blues singers don't go to heaven'Cause Gabriel boss them out*Ooo-ooo!I know blues singers don't go to heaven'Cause Gabriel boss them outBut all the good ones go to HarlemAnd help them angels beat it out.~*'Ooo' sounds like a Little Richard.